I haven’t talked much about BT lately, which is a travesty. Last time I left off with her story, we were having her damaged eye removed. That surgery went well despite her age and significant heart murmur, so we were pleased and thought the entire situation would be behind us.
Then several weeks later, Eliot attacked her again with no warning. Her other (aka only) eye was damaged very slightly. It healed perfectly, we thanked our lucky stars and now Eliot and BT are separate 100% of the time. Crate rotating is fun, but hey – it’s the best way to guarantee my old girl’s safety.
So that’s the back story, but how is she really doing? Well, she’s like living with a senile old grandmother who you love but also maybe kinda wish would go to heaven. That’s awful… but no, really… heaven is a nice place!
Earlier this spring, BT started having seizures all of a sudden. She’s on phenobarbital now, which stopped the seizures but it also makes her crazy for dinner. Anywhere from 5pm – 9pm is when she’s just starving for dinner (we call it ‘deener’ in our house, which is how I will refer to it now). When BT wants her deener, she will stare out into no where (since she’s 100% blind) and whimper. For hours. Sometimes I will go ahead and feed her, but our vet warned us that she will ‘blow up like a Thanksgiving turkey’ (exact quote) if we feed her as much as she wants, so I have to keep her weight down.
Also, if it’s near deener time and she hasn’t had deener, she will propel herself off the ground and into your plate in .01 seconds if you have food and aren’t careful. It’s like watching a Mars Rover crawl over strange terrain in the search of alien life… only the alien life is your chips and all of a sudden you just hear snorting and gray old paws clambering for you.
Whether it’s the phenobarb or the seizures or old age, her personality has changed a lot. She is still our sweet old girl, but she is very much an instant satisfaction kind of creature. PET ME NOW. PLAY NOW. NAP NOW. FOOD NOW. Everything needs to be right this instant and if you don’t meet your imaginary need that she won’t tell you… she’ll stare off to the distance and whimper.
The best part about elder BT is her relationship with our puppy, Pascale. Her and Pascale are best friends, and play so well together. Mostly this involves Pascale playing an advanced game of “you are blind and I will nip your butt and then laugh when you attack the air” but it’s pretty hilarious. The old girl also still loves her toys to death, which is nice to see.
I feel like her quality of life is really good all things considered. Sometimes I get this deep pang of regret over the entire eye loss situation, but what’s done is done. Even though she drives me crazy, I hope she doesn’t go to dog heaven quite yet.