Friday, June 01, 2007
Ellie, our family dog, is now eleven. That is 77 in dog years.
Although she is still pretty much just a little ball of fluff, she is now a little old lady. Some of her fur is going grey, her eyesight is getting worse, she can no longer come down the stairs on her own because of her vision (despite, this she always follows my mum upstairs) and she is no longer able to jump onto the windowsill to watch the world go by.
She is still happy enough - she loves trips out in the car, digging and chasing her food around the lounge. But it worries me that she is getting old.