Why were we at the vet, you ask?
Rose was due for her Rabies vaccination. Also the city where we live is hankering for twenty dollars to renew the dog license (it used to be 10 dollars. I'm old school math, so I recognize that as a 100% increase).
A dog must have a rabies vaccination to get the dog license. It's the law.
Worried that another vaccination might kill the elderly Rose, I actually considered lying to the city. I figured I'd tell the city Rose was dead. They'd take her out of their computer. Then Rose could live out her days protected by the antibodies that remain in her bloodstream from all those previous vaccinations. She would die of something else, maintaining her record of not posing a public threat to anyone or anything.
I couldn't go through with it. The lie, I mean. The Vet says that the rabies vaccination contains dead bugs so it is easier for the body to handle than vaccines that contain live bugs.
The doctor examines Rose. Her heart is strong. Her pupils do not dilate with vigor but she can, at least presumably, see. Somewhat.
Yes. That's what I think too. Sometimes you have to call to her, stomp on the floor or nudge Rose and sort of steer her in the direction you think she needs to go.
Ultimately, it doesn't matter if Rose can see or not. She knows her way around the house. We won't change the furniture arrangement. And we will be there to guide her when Rose must venture away from home.
Rose is thinner than she used to be. Many elderly mammals are thus. Her appetite is less enthusiastic.
We offer Rose a greater variety of foods now to try to entice her to eat. We place the food in assorted bowls and plates, some elevated, some on the floor. This way Rose can bend and eat or sit and eat- whatever is more comfortable for her creaky bones.
Rose got the shot yesterday. She seems fine today. I'll head over to City Hall this afternoon and give them $20 for the privilege to keep her.