Saturday, September 14, 2024
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In bed at 8:45, awake around 3 and up by 3:20 to let Lilly out. I let her out again at 5:00.
Prednisone, day 123, 7.5 mg., day 2. Prednisone at 5, morning meds at 9:10.
Lilly is 3 weeks shy of her 15th birthday. The life expectancy of a dog her size is about 12 years. Her sister/litter-mate Olive died a couple of years ago from a seizure of some sort. Lilly is 5/8ths chocolate lab and 3/8ths white standard poodle which produced her coat the breeder call 'cafe au lait.'. Chocolate labs have a life span of 10.7 years, perhaps because their coloration is the result of a recessive gene in labrador retrievrrs. Standard poodles have a life span of 12-15 years. I mention this because it is clear that Lilly is failing and we are deallilng with the issue of euthanizing her. It appears that she is nearly totally deaf and we suspect her vision is also failing. I think this may account for her long hesitancy on the front stoop or sidewalk when we let her out into nighttime darkness. Her major problem however is the inability of her hind legs to support her weight; they collapse under her when she stands still for any length of time. We're recalling that our beloved cat Blanche lost the use of her hind legs when we had her euthanized years ago. Geri is dealing with this issue more responsibly than I am. I tend to go into denial over her increasing decrepitude; Geri deals with it directly, if painfully. When Blanche was in her last days, it was Geri who cared for her every day, even transfusing her each day on our ironing board to keep her hydrated. At the end, it was Geri who called me at the HOP to tell me, tearfully, that Blanche was struggling to drag herself across the floor with only her front legs, and now she is seeing a similar condition in Lilly. We took Blanche to the Shorewood Animal Hospital to be euthanized. I cried. It's been some time now since Lilly has been able to get into the car on her own; she needs to be lifted in by the two of us. We will have her euthanized at home and I suspect I will cry again. I'm almost crying as I type this.Spring and Fall
BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS
to a young child
Márgarét, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! ás the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
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