This morning, the doorbell rang, and Tiny Dog leaped up to go bark at the door. Ancient Decrepit Dog noticed the commotion, and shuffled out to bark, too. In her haste to get to the door, though, she must have wiped out, because when Herself arrived in the front hall, there was Ancient Decrepit all sprawled out with her feet every which way. She scrambled a bit, and then just sat, rear legs out to each side like a frog.
She was stuck and couldn't get up.
Ancient Decrepit Dog doesn't like help (and in fact growls at people who attempt to assist her) so Herself just moved one of Ancient Decrepit Dog's back legs enough to facilitate lying down, and gave Ancient Decrepit Dog a blanket. Ancient Decrepit Dog wagged her tail briefly as if to say, "I meant to do that, I'm just going to sit here for a minute to make sure no one else rings the doorbell, I'm OK, really". Herself left her alone to gather her strength and the shreds of her doggy dignity. She rested for about ten minutes before she could heave herself back to her feet again; then she went to get one of her stuffed toys -- a sign that she was either happy to be able finally to get up, or slightly embarrassed about the whole thing (or, more likely, both) -- and brought it to Herself, asking to be patted.
Our hearts break just a little bit for you, Ancient Decrepit Dog. You have your pain pills, your bladder pills, your antacids, and your special food. You cough, especially at night, and your arthritis makes you so very stiff. You are Old. We wonder whether you have seen The Grim. Your days are clearly numbered, but how many there are, we do not know.
When it comes Time, Daisy Dog, do not be afraid to go. You will be with Thorbert. I see how much you miss your ottoman-shaped companion, and it will be delightful for both of you to be together once more.
In the meanwhile, we shall do everything we can to make you comfortable here with us.
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