Originally Posted by
superman
As Winter aged, she stayed agile and powerful until the last few years. When we did a section of the Long Trail, I noticed that she was having a little more trouble on the climbs. She got through the section and still seemed to enjoy it but I took it as a heads up and from then on had her do easier and easier day hikes. She'd developed arthritis in her right rear leg and began taking Rimadyl. Even though if we touched her pack, on the dining room chair next to her bed, she was excited to go hike. I walked her twice almost every day and last fall I noticed something else going on. The first vet visit the problem wasn't seen and it was assumed that it was the arthritis. On the next visit, it was obvious and after some tests it was concluded that it was a brain tumor pressing on the part of the brain that controls balance and coordination. As the problem progressed she and I adjusted and compensated for her problem. I had set criteria for when I would call the Vet. It was simply when she lost her mobility and/or became incontinent. She didn't get worse in a continuous progression...it was more like her condition was declining as if going down stairs. On July 22 she was able to do the whole walk and then go up to her place by the flagpole in the front yard. On July 23rd she fell twice doing our morning walk. We got home and I lifted her down from my SUV. She tried to walk up to place by the flagpole but she couldn't keep her balance as she walked across the slanted driveway. She fell down and rolled down to the road. She was confused by what had happened. I picked her up and carried her to the flagpole but she wanted to go inside. I carried her in and she had all she could do to lay down on her bed. I made the call. I buried her in her favorite place by the flagpole.
Winter improved my life by a lot. "Just a pet" I don't ****en think so.