We are bound for some wild weather this coming week - or so the 'weather man' tells us. 'Storm Brendan' is on its way (named by the Irish) so we must batten down the hatches.
Yesterday was a wild one here. I stayed in for much of the day - letting Tess out into the garden for 'loo duty' and then following behind (my back garden is quite sheltered) to clean up after her. Mid afternoon I ventured out on a walk with her but only got as far as the end of the drive when I realised that if I stepped out onto the path the wind was strong enough to blow me over. As I returned into the house the phone was ringing and it was my son inviting me to go with him and his wife to Richmond for afternoon tea in their favourite cafe. Of course I accepted - I never turn down an invitation to go out - especially on a Saturday, which can be a lonely day when one lives alone.
My son took Tess for a quick walk before we went and then again on our return he took her on a longer walk. Twice during the evening I let her out for 'loo duty' and for an even longer time at bed time. As I got into bed I realised I had forgotten my medication and so I got up and went into my medicine cupboard in the kitchen - only to find that Tess had already done a wee and a poo. So I cleaned it up and put down fresh newspapers.
When I got up at half past three this morning I went to see how things were in the kitchen - I can't begin to describe the mess everywhere - on and off the newspapers - so putting on my Marigolds I had another clean-up session.
She is an extremely distressed little dog most of the time. She splays her front paws as though they can hardly support her and when she sits down she no longer sits upright but sits on one or the other hip. Most of the time she sleeps in her bed and when she is not doing this she follows me wherever I go, so close that her nose is touching my leg. I am so sad for her but begin to think that maybe her time is up. I could not bear to pass her on to anyone else, I can hardly manage her at my age and I can see her beginning to suffer. What to do? It kept me awake thinking about it last night and I am no nearer a decision this morning.
My thoughts at the moment are to make an appointment and go and discuss it with my Vet in the morning. I had thought that Hydrotherapy might help her and had set the wheels in motion for this. But toileting is something different, especially in the middle of the night. It has happened all of a sudden and must be distressing her too as she has always been such a clean dog.
Life is hard for her - and at the moment hard for me too.