Meds, Meds, Meds

Every Friday, I sit down and fill up the pill holders.  That’s the day it really hits me that my dogs are OLD.  Emmit is only 11, so I would imagine that he may be around for a while.  Having bad hips isn’t death sentence and we are doing what we can to keep him young (both mentally and physically).  Tucker, on the other hand, is 17.  When I fill up his pill holder, I feel lucky that we made it through another week together.  He sleeps a lot, but the bad days (which come in spurts) are few & far-between.  Cross your fingers–I hope to fill up all these pill holders again next week.

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