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Originally Posted by WT Sharpe
That's the way Cain was at the end of his life. We felt so sorry for him. He really made the house a wreak, but we never scolded him, knowing that he felt bad enough and couldn't help himself. We just cleaned up behind him and gave him what comfort we could until the end.
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Maggie-dog (11.5yo) has probable bladder cancer, and though not incontinent (yet) she has started to have a couple of accidents in the house, in a puppy way (excitement/desperation). We've even bought a waterproof mattress protector for our bed (I can deal with a doona copping a puddle, but not with a mattress being wrecked and certainly not with keeping her off our bed). But at the moment the cancer seems slowed (she's on permanent Feldene), and bar the occasional bladder infection and blood, seems pretty happy. Mind you, with our house over three storeys and with her arthritic hips, happiness also seems to come from being carried up flights of stairs or helped onto lounges or beds.
And cheeky-bugger Oscar-dog (12.5yo) is learning the trick of being carried too.
Oh, my back...! I wish I could age as gracefully as them.
Cheers,
Marc