Yeah, so, my mighty, mighty good dog Homer is getting old.
He’s 14. He’s moving slower, and he needs help getting up on the couch or the bed. We have to carry him up and down the front stairs. Back in the day, Homer and I used to go on long walks – sometimes for hours. Now, he is so over walking after a few minutes, and he’s ready to go home. I get it. I’m the same way.
He also doesn’t hear very well anymore. He used to greet us at the door when we got home, but now we can be home for 15 minutes or longer before he realizes we’re back.
He’s not in pain. He’s just old. The biggest indicator that he’s old is he is starting to have more and more accidents in the house. It’s not uncommon for Homer for go outside and pee, only to pee again in the house 15 minutes later.
The other morning was a first, though.
I woke up around 5:45 a.m., because I’m in chemo-induced menopause, and I sleep like crap. I woke up and thought, “Oh, Homer is sleeping right next to my legs and he’s so warm. Wait a second … It’s wet. He’s wet!” I hopped out of bed.
Homer had peed the bed, and he didn’t even know it. My legs were wet. Homer was wet. The comforter was wet. Ugh.
Mighty, mighty good boy Calvin had crawled into bed with us around 3 a.m., but luckily he and my mighty, mighty good man David were spared. It was all on my side of the bed. Lucky me! #blessed
I stripped the bed and got fresh blankets for the boys. Then I scooped up Homer and gave him a bath. I wrapped him up in a towel, and we snuggled on the couch. I feel asleep rubbing Homer’s ears and telling him that I know it’s not his fault.
I hate that he’s getting old. He is such a good dog, and we’ve been through a lot together. He’s not just some animal. He’s part of our family, and we’re a little worried about him. We’re watching him closely and making sure that he is comfortable.
He might be moving slower and his eyesight isn’t super awesome, but his nose still works great. He manages to steal food from Calvin on a daily basis. The other night, good buddy Beegs was over. We were sitting on the couch and eating, and he stole food right off her plate – twice.
I was pissed that he did that, but at the same time I was thinking, “He’s still got it.”