Recently I've been noticing Sage age. She is stiffer in the morning, hobbling a bit on her "reconstructed knee." Not as agile. She is beginning to prefer sniffing and ambling on morning walks, rather than running around like a mad lab (ahem, Annie?). And I think it's important for both of us that I am attentive to these changes. That I don't ask her to go further than she wants. Sage is so stoic, she'll follow her tribe to the ends of the Earth, and that isn't good for her as she ages. I want her to be able to walk without pain.
It's hard, though. This is the part of our relationships with dogs where your heart aches for them.
Murphy's Day.
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