Lemme make you feel better.

One of our dogs is old.
Real old.

The medical community calls this “end stage”.
It’s a nice way to say he’s dying.

Something we all face.

His list of infirmities is quite long and our primary job right now is to make him comfortable and monitor his quality of life.

It’s enough to say he has to be carried because he can’t walk and he gets a lot of medicine by eyedropper and other means.

This morning he was fed his special homemade moosh – over blended gooshy stuff because his tongue doesn’t work right.

Lots of other things don’t work right either.
Including deciding an appropriate time when to make #2.

So the food went in one end and other stuff came out the other.

Got that image in your mind?
Sorry.

And since the little guy was tucked under one arm while slurping his meal the other stuff started at my t-shirt and left a trail down to my leg.

A marvelous way to start the day.

Feeling better?

Good.
I’ll be grumpy for both of us.