Seeing all this dog talk makes me happy.
Our old girl is a mixed breed with at least some cattle dog, perhaps chow or akita, and lab. We rescued her from the local SPCA/Dumb Friend's League 14 years ago, and they estimated that she was 3 when we got her. So, 17 years old... she's a happy, sleepy, canine senior citizen. And the cat turns 21 in March.
We had a bit of a scare this fall when the dog started having coughing fits. Took her to the vet, vet x-rayed her chest, and freaked out thinking she had a heart that was about to go, it looked on the X-Ray to be filling her 45 lb body's chest cavity. Now having seen dogs in other people's homes who had congestive heart failure, both my vet and I thought immediately... not good.
Vet said, "There are some great drugs for heart failure and heart size reduction, but I'm not comfortable administering a whole lot of the dosages or some of them, but there's a dog cardiology specialist I could refer you to, if you don't mind the expense." I didn't... and off we went the next morning to dog cardiology... something I didn't know even existed. Imagine, specialists for dogs.
We head in, meet the doc who's a super nice guy, and he looks at the x-ray and starts laughing. "I might have good news for you, but I really would like your permission to do an echo-cardiogram to make sure. It's going to cost $500, and I can show you here on the x-ray what I'm seeing and what I think is going on, but if I do the ECG I'll know for certain."
Go for it doc. She's family and knowing is what us techie geeks and pilots love more than anything else in the world. Guessing is silly.
So I get to watch a doggie ECG while the ol' lady lies on her side on an elevated table.
Thought I'd have to stand at her head and keep her mellow, but she was pretty into just lying there getting a "pet" from three people, the doc, the vet tech, and me. Go figure.
Doc looks, sees what he wants to see, uses the fancy ECG machine to look for other heart issues, and we get the dog back on her feet and on the floor.
"Your dog has a fairly rare hernia, and has probably had it most of her life. Her liver is mostly up in her heart sac. The heart sac is blown up like a baloon due to fatty tissue surrounding the liver filling it up, and the heart is actually slightly smaller than normal inside all of that stuff, which is making it all VERY hard to see on the X-ray. I'm glad your vet didn't administer heart-reduction drugs. If she'd had any liver issues as a young dog, your vet would have caught it and we'd have gone in and put the liver back where it belongs, and stitched up the hole between her abdomen and heart sac, but at her age with no liver problems, I'd say she'll be just fine."
Seriously doc? Wow. He shows me some cool video on the monitor, shows me some other areas he looked at, how you can tell it's fat and not cancer/tumor tissue and all sorts of other general geekiness, since I had to ask about all the other indicators on the screen, etc. Fancy device. Flow rates, looking for leaking valves, all that. Wild. Just sound waves through the chest. Gotta love modern medical tech.
Anyway, dog's fine, but still has the cough. "So what's the cough, Doc?"
"Well, your vet saw the X-ray and went to the most obvious thing, congestive heart failure but in reality, if you look REALLY close here on the X-Ray, she has a mild case of bronchitis. It might be a one-time thing, or she might be getting old enough that it's chronic. How long?" Etc... gathers more history...
"Large breed dogs tend to over-react to bronchitis, and sound like they're going to cough up a small animal. Medium and small breeds tend to react more in line with the severity of the bronchitis. Since your vet is closed tomorrow, I'll write up a scrip for the medication and let her know. It tends to make them hyper like a number of cups of coffee would do to you, so start it tomorrow morning, not tonight, or you'll be up all night listening to a pacing dog."
Long story short, a week and half of the meds, which didn't really make this sleepy coughy 17 year old very hyper at all, maybe just a little more awake/alert, and weaned her off to see how she was doing... bronchitis gone. Two different vets, $1000. Knowing that the dog's fine, and as the cardio doc said, "She'll probably be alive until she's 20 or so, she's remarkably healthy for a 17 year old dog."
Peace of mind about her condition at her age... priceless, as they say on the commercials.
So this year, the dog wiped out a bit of the flying budget late this year, but... it's kinda like paying for a good engine borescope done by someone with a clue.
Dog's got some daily meds... one small dose for pain management of her arthritis, and another for incontinence... old lady can't always hold her water without her pills.
The cat, he's a whole different story at 21, with pancreas/insulin problems. He didn't deal with insulin injections a couple of years ago for the blood sugar problems well, so he's on a high-protein diet recommended by the vet, and basically if he starts showing signs of complete pancreatic failure or succumbing to his other joint pain or other problems, we'll probably have to euthanize him someday.
The shots and blood glucose checks were just torture, as he's not into being held, and he was a super-grouchy kitty for the few months we tried that route. So, we're just letting him hang out as long as he can without noticeable suffering. He's matted and we can't keep up with it but he's still all "in there" and his usual personality, and the mats don't seem to cause him significant discomfort.
I've found one mobile groomer willing to give it a shot to shave them off, even if we have to do it in multiple visits due to his general crankiness at being handled. Vet won't sedate him to do it, says it's really likely he'd never wake up. And the mobile groomer will probably have to muzzle him, which is something I'm sure he won't appreciate at all.
So we run the doggie and kitty old folks home here. And love it. They're both good furry little pals and we're going to be pretty blue when either one of them decides it's time to go.
But for now... they're here, sleepy and old, and we keep 'em comfortable and play with them, when they're up to it.
Both are well over 100 in "dog years" or "cat years", no matter how you slice it. So we're thankful for whatever time left that they have. And we haven't decided on any new "replacements" yet. Both would probably freak out a bit at any additions to the family at their age.
Neither has ever been flying, but only the dog would be interested. She knows when we're here for a long day it means its the weekend, and she gets a ride in the Yukon, which she loves. Have been lifting her in and out of the trucks for years now, she used to fly up in there on her own after running full-tilt at the back of the truck, but now she waits patiently for a helping lift up there. Dog's also almost fully deaf, and can only really hear the loudest of "barks" from me, or hand-clapping. She's adapted well, and watches me carefully for body-language about when it's time to follow, or come inside, and she never wanders off very far anymore. She loved to wander off, nose-down, sniffing, anywhere she could get away with taking off to, in her youth. Now she acts like she always liked to heel. LOL!
So that's our old-folks home story. Animals, like humans, are living longer, if they're well cared for... and these two are both somewhat exceptional in their longevity. Perhaps the dog more than the cat, but we never expected either to live this long. It's kinda fun to watch these "kids" in their "Golden years", really. We'll be there soon enough.
Watching the old dog tackle a staircase when you know she has arthritis in her back and hind legs is almost motivational in and of itself. We've tried various techniques to tell her it's okay, she doesn't have to go up or down the stairs, but she circumvents them all... she's going to climb and descend stairs if she darn well pleases, and she chewed through one wire-mesh baby-grate already to prove it... so we just watch in amazement as she goes up and down both sets every day. To the basement to hide out under the stairs on her favorite old rug to sleep, or up to our bedroom at night to be with the pack in the den. The cat, similarly mounts the stairs to the bedroom every morning to announce at o'dark-thirty that it's time for his breakfast, as 140 year old men are wont to do. "Get up and FEED ME." Alright buddy, I'm coming.
Hope you all got a chuckle out of the senior citizen stories here. Keep petting your dogs and cats, and think about us the next time you wonder if your dog or cat is getting old...