I've been spending a lot of time loving on my Dali lately. When we came to France back in 2006, we were the same 50ish years together. She's way outstripped me now with my almost 58 in August to her 98 come November. We still walk every morning and enjoy our time together. But, there are the clouds of blue in her eyes; I call her and she doesn't come because she doesn't hear me; watching her struggle to get up after laying down too long; and, realizing that I have to give her a treat near her nose or she doesn't know it's there. Sam scares her from time to time, because Dali doesn't know Sam's there till she's right on top of her.
She can be lost and confused when we're going up and down the stairs. I've talked to the vet, but he says she's just getting old. Me too, just not so fast! She needs to be with me and I need to be with her. So I do what I can around here to adjust routines, recognize what may help her, and just hug and kiss on her all the time. We have lived together day in and day out for almost 14 years! Sometimes when I'm out working in the barn she waits for me on the terrace. I see her ears first and they always make me smile. She's now taken to letting me know with a pleading, almost pitiful, kind of bark, that I need to come back and she wants to go in. I come. I always will. That's my Dal!
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