Sara is such a treasure. Every day she makes me smile and my heart contracts, like a squeezed sponge, and out pours all this love for the beast. I think if I had children, I wouldn't be able to take it, my heart would simply burst. As she has entered her feeble years, I thought my heart might grow colder, wearier, but I just keep loving her more every day.
She is groaning a lot these days. She doesn't stay "up" for very long, and when she lays down, a low grumbling moan escapes her maw. Serge and I cluck and soothe her. When we go for walks, she starts stumbling after a couple of blocks, but she just ignores that her limbs are failing her and can't believe it when I turn around to go home. Already!? she thinks and then sneaks glares at me, even as she stumbles more and more, her back legs giving out under her. When we get home, she waits at the bottom of the 7 step entry and then presents herself for carrying up the stairs. Gosh my heart breaks with love when she does that.
I've been giving her these chew rawhide chips lately. She doesn't go for the rawhide bones now, it's too difficult for her and she loses interest. But these chew strips last her an hour, she gets a good tooth workout, and she loves them. She does the funniest thing (always has) when she gets a new chew treat. First she seizes it, quivering with excitement, and runs off to her designated chew area (which she has decided upon, not us) and then looks back at me, tail wagging and wild eyed look. She wants me to chase her. It's as if the toy's value increases when coveted by others. If I don't chase her a bit, she will whimper at the chew toy. We used to think she was whimpering with joy, but now I think that she needs to be chased before it can be eaten. Sometimes she'll come to wherever we are and toss it into the air repeatedly until we, yes you guessed it, chase her. It really is cute.