After reading me go on & on about mare care for the last two months, a Loyal Fan suggested a post, “wondering what our geriatric years will be like as we watch our geriatric horses.” Here’s what I think:
You will need help. Either that means having people who care or paying people to care. Kids or cash. My grandmother chose both. Family members visited as often as possible, on a rotating basis. We were willing to do more, but she was happier in her own home with paid staff rather than moving in with family. Stubborn got her to the age of 91, so how could we argue?
There will be poop. Elderly dogs, stall-rested horses. Do I need to draw you a diagram? Tbogg handles the subject with eloquence in a Puppy Blogging post (be sure to read down to the brother’s comments). Back when Abby was old [Going], Hubby went on a business trip. He sleeps lightly. I would sleep through Armageddon. I certainly slept through the 3 am dog walk. When I woke up – every room in the house. I kid you not. Every room.
It will suck. Hubby’s dog required intensive nursing for 2 years. Previous Horse fell over with no warning one night. I’m torn on which is better. Watching beloved pets deteriorate bites the rotten anchovy, but you get the chance to say goodbye. A sudden incident leaves you twitchy for months, but there is the relief that the individual never suffered. I have a theory that there is a set amount of grief associated with such events. It’s either drawn out in misery beforehand or whacks you across the head in a lump afterwards.
So far Mathilda is three for three: help, poop, & gradual deterioration. I’m convinced that she will live through this crisis. She’s nowhere near done causing annoyance in my life.
Apologies if I crossed a line. Blame the Loyal Fan.
Can you share a happy elderly story?