Today is Tally’s 16th birthday. Happy Birthday, Tally!
Every day with her these days is a blessing and a new adventure. She has difficulty negotiating the three stairs from the house into the backyard so I carry her down the stairs. I just stabilize her a bit when she’s on her way back in. We need to coax her to eat. Recently, I’ve taken to tempting her by adding bacon grease or melted pork lard to her food which she likes very much. I’m sure her teeth hurt her but she’s frail enough there’s not much we can do about them.
Somewhat to our surprise we got the pressure sore, the equivalent of a bed sore, on her right hip under control. She’s a bit unkempt in this picture but she really doesn’t think very highly of grooming these days.
Tally is the oldest Samoyed we’ve ever had and, I think, the oldest Samoyed I’ve ever met. When people ask “how old do Samoyeds get?” the usual answer is 12 to 14 years. She’s outlived the actuarial tables.
She’s still eating, pooping, walking around, doing her stuff. She’s still happy. As long as that’s the case I’m willing to do what I can to keep her that way.