Yesterday, I was at my parent’s place and my Mom happened to mention a dog they used to have.
It started pooping all over the house.
From old age.
Hell, I hope that does not happen to me!
And they had to have it put down.
Last night Jasmine had a little accident, in her sleep.
And I thought the worst.
And dissolved into tears.
And cried most of the way to work.
And then cried in front of my boss when I told him about it.
And again when my younger son phoned me.
What a complete idiot I am.
Can you imagine what a wreck I shall be when Jasmine DOES go.
Anyway, I took her to the vet.
Her anal muscles are just fine.
Though she was very put out when he tested them.
In fact, she is in great shape.
For her age.
He gave me some anti-inflammatory medicine for her.
And did her annual injections.
And said she was a great dog.
Then I got the bill and nearly cried again!
He says the life span for a dog her size is 12 years.
She is nearly twelve.
But I haven’t told her how old she is.
She should be OK for a while still.