When you are old and grey and nodding by the plant…
Arlene Star, Arlene the Bean, Arlenoush, Arlenushka, Beanmush has grown old, four months shy of her 14th birthday, we are witnessing the rapid decline.
Her anxiety reached a high pitch as the pacing picked up, the incontinence hastened, the running into objects intensified a couple of nights ago. The vet prescribed anti anxiety pills. We tried one and she was almost comatose and punch-drunk twelve hours later. So we gave her half last night and it was worse as she stumbled in her pacing, and became more anxious than before till we gave her the other half and rubbed her to be calm.
Arlene – my lucky Star – you will take a piece of me when you go…
