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.