The most senior pets I’ve sat have been adorable.
Two cute fellas — including one who was deaf and blind, as well as missing most of his teeth — yet they could tell meal times within minutes and would bark, bark, bark when they decided it was treat time. I felt sorry for Mr. Toothless and Blind, because it took him a while to chew baby carrots, so the other dog would steal some of his without him realizing it. I started chopping the carrots so Mr. Toothless and Blind could more easily eat them. Did that carefully, because I didn’t want to explain in an emergency room that I’d injured myself while splitting carrots for a dog.
Separately, a recent senior I sat was the quirkiest and funniest dog I’ve encountered yet. She hated walks and apparently always has. She’d flatten herself like a spatchcock chicken and/or nose herself into a corner to avoid walks. Only 13 pounds, though, so sometimes I’d carry her part of the way and she’d have no choice but to walk back. She’d do her business by her house and make a beeline to go back inside. If I took a minute to grab the newspaper delivery or such, she’d bark, bark, bark, annoyed to not return indoors instantly. And she oddly considered salad greens as treats, so I’d toss a handful and she’d gobble them up like a piranha. She ate everything that way. Such a funny little girl. She loved staying close, but couldn’t hear. If I accidentally left her behind, she’d bark, bark, bark to be reclaimed from another room.
The most heartbreaking senior I sat was super sweet. She was 15 and had been diagnosed three years earlier with a heart condition. Also was blind. Took eight or nine medications throughout the day and her cough sounded like a honking duck. But she still enjoyed life and looked adorably like a little mochi, reflecting her name. (Pink skin showing through white fur.) She was reactive, so we’d avoid other pets and people, but sometimes the wind would blow in our direction and she’d catch a whiff or maybe she’d see blurry moving shadows and bark the crap out of people and startle them. She also loved to stalk her nemesis, a neighborhood cat, via smell. And she enjoyed chasing balls indoors. She did all the above even on her last good day, before having catastrophic seizures at night. I had to rush her to emergency care and her family scrambled home from abroad to say goodbye before having her put down. We coordinated to show up late at night at the urgent vet care, because they’d flown back. They’d also brought loved ones to say goodbye, so this beloved dog had more people sending her off than many humans on their deathbeds. I still miss her and keep a photo of her on my desk. I’m glad I got to spend her last 11 good days with her. Such a sweet little soul.
And this elder cat was one of my first sits. I didn’t spent long with her, because her human had a major accident during her trip and the family returned home early, unfortunately. She cracked me up with her little scrunchy face, especially when she’d climb toward her treat canister in the kitchen. She looked like she wasn’t happy with my speed of service — I apparently needed to dispense treats faster, so she could get back to napping, which she did most of the day.