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I was up three times night before last, once to change his diaper. Last night he made it until 4:30 a.m. and I was grateful to get the extra sleep. I hope tonight we’ll be able to make it through the night, maybe sleeping in until 7 a.m.
No, I didn’t suddenly become a mother to an infant. But I am Mommy to an increasingly incontinent geriatric dog. Translation: A yellow Lab, nearly 98 in dog years, who can barely walk anymore and has lost the feeling in his back end to know that he’s laying in his own poop or pee.
They say infants and elderly end up requiring the same care and I’ve become living proof of that. We have come full circle in 14 years.
But our family dog Kyber is my fuzzy baby and I won’t banish him to the outdoors or relegate him to the increasingly frigid garage just because it makes my life easier. He wouldn’t understand this abrupt change in his lifestyle and I believe it would be cruel to hang him out to...
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