A Bad Day

For those that either know me or read my blog know my best friend is my dog Tara, she is a an eleven year old toy poodle. She has some health issues but she is doing OK most of the time. We had company on Saturday so we stayed up a little late and went to bed a bit late. As Tara needs her medication twice a day I got up about 9am and normally she gets up with me. On this Sunday morning she did not get up so I went into the kitchen for a bit and then came back to get her but she was still asleep. As I tried to wake her up she was not waking up very easily and it took me about 5 minutes to get her to wake up.

After she got up I brought her into the kitchen and gave her pill to her. Then I went downstairs to let her out and she came to the top of the stairs and proceeded to fall down the stairs. I was not able to catch her until she fell about half down the stairs. I was scared she was hurt but she did not seem to be hurt that I could see. Next it was back in kitchen and Tara walked straight into an open cupboard door and then into side of the stove. Now I know she sometimes has problems seeing but this had me concerned. So I sat with her and just cuddled her and she went to sleep. Later we were down stairs and she was asleep on her pillow when I got up to go upstairs I called her but she did not respond so I went up stairs and did a few things then I heard her coming upstairs. I was in the kitchen and she came upstairs and ran into the kitchen and then down the hall and when I called her she stood in the middle of hall looking around and seemed confused. I reached my hand down to her and she jumped when I touched her. Obviously she could not see me and she was concerned because she could not find me. We spent the rest of the day just hanging around and I carried her up and down the stairs because I was concerned she would fall again. Monday she was better and more alert.

I am afraid that my friend is getting sicker and I will have to make the decision. It is just that she goes along for so long and then she has a bad day and the last thing I want to do is see her suffer at all. I have been thinking about what she is going through and I sometimes wish she could talk to me when she is not doing so well and tell me what she needs. I know that someday I will have to make the trip to Vet and return home alone. That day my heart will be ripped out and I do not know what I will do without her.