21 April 2024
Ivan and I visited Ribsby's dog park today (named after Beverly Cleary's dog character) and did a slow meander through the trail. This place is basically heaven for an old dog like Ivan. There's rarely anyone else here and the trail is all soft surfaces. This time of year there's the sound of meadowlarks and camas is blooming all over. Ivan took his time and enjoyed his slow sniffies. I'm starting to see what looks like ataxia in his gait and it really worries me. I'm not sure if its weakness (although to me he seems to have enough muscle that this shouldn't be the case) or if it's the new pain control regimen (Gabapentin can cause some wobbliness but I only give it to him in the evening) or if there's something else going on. His parents are both DM clear so I doubt it's that but I guess there are many diseases that can cause similar symptoms. Yet again I'm trying to just be okay with seeing him get older and slower and weaker but man it's hard. It hit me today that his days of playing chuck-it or doing competitive obedience are long behind him. It happened so much faster than I could have imagined. But, a slow walk through a grassy, sunny path with birds singing and flowers blooming is certainly still nice and definitely more relaxing.