Twelve days ago I posted about Truman, my twelve year old Border Collie. In a matter of a day, he had lost his ability to stand, refused food, and was seriously depressed. I thought his time on Earth, and with me, was over.
Then, I wondered if, perhaps, he would benefit from the same swim therapy that I use each day.
I’m very pleased to update that Truman has got his groove back. He still needs help standing (but not always – and he’s getting better at getting up on his own.) Yesterday, he trotted outdoors and this afternoon he pushed through the pack of six other dogs down a long hallway to reach the kitchen, first. Snacks were forthcoming!
I have often said that the complete mismatch of lifespans between dogs and their humans is one of Nature’s greatest injustices. However, for now, I will enjoy my Truman every day!