It’s Monday morning and another week begins. Martha ran around like a puppy on Saturday during our group walk on the Migratory Way, and we stopped for a cooling off swim in the river before heading home to the air conditioning.
And yesterday the effects were evident. She was very quiet, didn’t come out of bed for her breakfast until I prompted her, and slipped while jumping up on the couch. She’s had lameness for about a year now, helped by acupuncture, chiropractic adjustments, and some pain meds. It’s caused by arthritis in her spine, according to the vet, and there’s really nothing to be done but treat the symptoms when they occur.
I have always known she would grow old sooner than me. It breaks my heart to see her in pain. But I’ll let her run like a puppy whenever she wants to, for as long as she can, because that’s who she is and always will be.