It has been said that aging is not for wimps and now that I am a senior dog I am gaining first hand experience about what that really means.
It all started with a ear infection. For those of you that don’t know, floppy-eared dogs get a lot of them. So when Doc suspected I had one, she took me to the veterinarian, got me diagnosed and treated. Twice a day Doc gave me medicated ear drops, and once a day she washed out my ears with an anti-bacterial wash. I tolerated it, but didn’t like it as it caused me to shake my head a lot trying to get that stuff out of my ear canal. It just felt uncomfortable.
About week after my treatment started, I woke up one morning and I had a hard time moving my neck it was so painful. I hurt so much I didn’t even want to eat, and let me tell you Doc was worried and so was I. Back to the doctors office we went on Monday morning where I got to see one of my favorite vets, Dr. Balazs. She has known me since I was a puppy and I knew that she would figure out what was going on and help me.
As we waited in the exam room, I could tell Doc was anxious even through she tried not to show it. She knows as we get older that anything can happen. so I laid right up against her so she wouldn’t be so afraid. Soon Dr. Balazs came in the room and just like I expected, it didn’t take her very long at all to figure out what was wrong. After thorough examination she said that I had strained my neck from shaking it so much. She said she could feel the tightness in my muscles in my neck and by the way I was holding my head. After some more consultation a plan of treatment was discussed. It was a relief to know that with medication and rest I would be ok, and the good news was that my ear infection was gone. The doctor also gave me permission to go back to work in the morning as long as I took it easy.
Now that I am back to work, you know that I have been getting lots of sympathy and I have been eating that up. Today I am going to go see Heather, one of my favorite nurse practitioners for a visit in our other building and tell her my sad story about all that I have been through. She keeps special treats for me in the drawer of her desk and I know she will show me great sympathy and feed me. I am not ashamed to say that I have sat outside of her door and whined even though I knew she was with a patient because I wanted her to give me some of those tasty treats. She is so nice that if she misses me when I stop by that she will bring the treats to me later when she has time. What a great co-worker to have.
Yes, it can be difficult dealing with the aches and pains of aging, but when you have so many people like I do that care for me and love me I am left feeling nothing but grateful.
” Age is not how old you are, but how many years of fun you’ve had.” – Matt Maldre.
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