It's What I Bargained For

I have a habit of adopting older dogs.  I am not sure why.  Perhaps because they are more difficult to adopt out.

In any event, I was told Bridgette was seven years old when I adopted her last year.  She should be eight years old now.  It seems as if she has aged six years over night.  It looks like she has arthritis.  She struggles to get up in the morning -- she has a very difficult time getting up off her hind legs.  It breaks my heart to see so soon.  But it's what I bargained for adopting an older dog.  

Also, she used to be a voracious eater.  I feed her twice a day.  When I used to feed her, she would act like I hadn't fed her in about a month.  Now, she eats a little bit of what I put in front of her.  But, she still has a penchant for treats.

I guess if I think back, she started walking slowly a couple of months ago.  What came over night was her inability to get up off her back legs.  It was strange.  I took her to the vet, he put her on an anti-inflammatory -- doggie Advil, essentially -- and it seems to make her feel much better.

It really doesn't matter if she is eight years old or fifteen years old.  She is what she is.  She still has the same sweet, loving personality and is as cute as ever.