This is who we are babysitting for the next 2 weeks. Her name is Velmarie, she’s 16 years old, and she is an Australian shepherd, even though she looks like a bear. She’s mostly blind, mostly deaf, and mostly crippled by arthritis. She’s about the sweetest thing on earth, but it hurts me so much to watch her try to get around. Sometimes, she gets stuck in a corner, where there’s not much visual contrast, and she’ll just stand there till someone comes over and guides her away.
When we’re around, she must stagger to her feet and remain standing, because, you know, she just might need to “herd” us somewhere. It’s so sad to see, especially since we’ve known her for over 6 years, and remember when she was as frisky as a pup.
I do hope, if I make it to age 112, and I’m in this kind of shape, that someone will kindly and gently help me on to the other side.
God bless you, Vel!