We think The Queen of Run A Muck Ranch is starting to fail.
There have been some small changes over the last few weeks, but nothing that couldn’t be attributed to Maude being elderly, even by elderly standards.
Today, though, things are more severe. We weren’t able to finish her Sunday Family Desert Walk. Actually, we barely started it before we had to bring the Waggin’ Wagon to her rather than the other way around.
Maude is really wobbly on her feet and as the day has progressed, she is starting to hold her head crooked. She hasn’t eaten breakfast (though she ate dinner) the past 2 days. Today she didn’t want to eat at all until I hand fed her freshly cooked hamburger.
Maude’s not in pain. She’s just way off.
Apparently she doesn’t have just Crabby and me worried, one of her brothers has become particularly attentive to her:
As I was uploading the previous photos, with tears, I noticed this going on behind me:
We have been chasing Maude around with freshly laundered, fluffy dog beds, thinking she would be more comfortable on them, but apparently she prefers the floor. This evening, only Maude, no one else, not even One Eyed Hector is allowed on the couch. For the foreseeable future, her diet will consist of hand fed, freshly cooked hamburger and ice cream, her 2 most favorite foods in the world.
It may be Maude is just having a bad day. We hope it is. But if it isn’t, it’s not your healing thoughts we need, it’s your hope for us that Maude will pass peacefully in her sleep, at the only home she’s ever known, surrounded by the family that has always adored her. All life ends in death. I met Maude before her eyes opened, and she came to live with us 14 years, 2 months and 8 days ago. Seems like just yesterday. But even then, we knew this time would come.
If there’s no improvement, I’ll be calling the vet in the morning for advice on what threshold we should be looking for, just in case.
I’m sorry my posts haven’t been as humorous as times past. 2014 has been kicking us in the keisters in a really bad way. Hopefully the tide will shift, and we can be back to laughter soon.