I am a pet people; in fact, I have 2 — a 15 year old Australian Silky Terrier, considered geriatric given his advanced age, and a 8-9 year old Maltese, a sassy senior. Both are in excellent health though they could do with daily walks. I feel guilty about not being sufficiently accommodating, but there are other ways in which I am able to ensure they get sufficient exercise. While in the TV room, as I’m sitting on the floor with them, I toss various toys in a rousing game of fetch and return. Mr. Digby will fetch the toy and run off with it, depositing it in the living room at the other end of the house, run back to wait for me to do it again. Oops, he forgot to bring it back. Miss Lexie, knowing how the game goes, will make the mad dash to fetch the tossed ball or stuffed animal/plushy and bring it back, putting it down in front of me. The D-man grabs that toy and runs off with it, again to the living room. There’s method in my madness. He’s the one who needs the exercise!
Now that the nicer weather is here, I hope to be getting them out for proper walks, however infrequently; they’ll be tethered to my mobility scooter, though Mr. Digby simply will not tolerate having Miss Lexie join us; he gets very testy, and a testy terrier is never a good thing so I’ll take him out on his own, travelling on the shoulder of the road with him on the inside ‘lane’, inspecting grass and rocks. Motorists are very courteous and if one is passing, they leave lots of room. Even oncoming traffic slows down — no doubt amused by the sight of a tiny lady on a fire engine red scooter running the roads with a feisty canine companion. Left on his own in the house while I am out with his ‘sister’, Mr. Digby enjoys Jukebox Oldies; he’s a huge Connie Francis fan.
As with Moms and Dads and their children, I try not to play favourites, but we all know that in every family that’s inevitable. Some canines are simply more challenging than others, more needy. Mr. Digby’s start in life contributes to his personality — he was a puppy mill dog, sold to a pet store, then sold to an owner who didn’t treat him well. When I adopted him, he was in foster care. Miss Lexie, on the other hand, was an owner surrender from a great home. Her ‘other mother’ visits from time to time. Miss Lexie is more predictable.
Most people in my position who are on their own with no family nearby wonder about what will happen to their dogs when they are no longer able to meet their daily needs - feeding, exercise, grooming, vet visits, and so on. Were I living in the city, I’d have access to the assistance of ElderDog Canada: Fredericton Pawd. It’s a registered charitable organization, dedicated to aging persons and their dogs.
ElderDog offers solutions to those concerns and their involvement is all voluntary. They are available to help you help your dog so you can stay together in the home you know and love. Volunteers will visit you and your pet in your home, take your dog for a walk, brush him, feed him and spend time with you and your dog. They’re available to have ‘that’ conversation so you can feel assured that all will be well with your pet should your circumstances change.
Should you require hospitalization, ElderDog will arrange for care of your dog until you are able to resume that role. If/when the time comes that you can no longer live in your home, ElderDog will assist you in finding a home for your canine companion so that you don’t have the added burden of stressing about what will become of your devoted four-footed friend should you no longer be able to care for him.
Currently, I am able to easily meet the daily needs of my canine companions. I am very fortunate to have a groomer who will come to my home to collect my dogs to beautify them in her home-based ‘salon’, taking really great care of Mr. Digby and Miss Lexie. Some time ago, I had a conversation with her about boarding them should I want to go away for a few weeks. She’s agreed to look after them. One less thing for this crotchety old broad to worry about!
In the event that a long-term arrangement is required for my rugrats, I’ve already had conversations with a young nephew who’s agreed to step in. I reminded him that I have some ‘great stuff’.
Carla MacInnis Rockwell is a freelance writer and disability rights advocate living outside Fredericton, NB with her aging Australian silky terrier and a rambunctious Maltese. She can be reached via email at carmacrockwell@xplornet.ca
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