Old Man

I had such high hopes today. Wellington had made it through Sunday and Monday nights without an accident. He had also made it nine hours yesterday while I was at work (shorter than my work days will be when my students return from their internships next week, but longer than the 5 ½ hours I was at work on Friday when he had his third accident in a row). After voting today, I decided to work from home (actually, I mostly just sat on the back porch and read).

Since I was home and could supervise Wellington, I brought him up from the basement (where he’s been living since his accidents became an almost daily occurrence) and allowed him to hang out with me and cats. I left the back door open, so he and the cats could come and go as they pleased, but all four of them mostly laid in the sun while I read the paper and a couple of books. I let Wellington out every 90 minutes or so and took him on a couple of good walks.

About 30 minutes ago, I discovered a puddle in the middle of the living room floor. Which leads me to believe that in addition to possibly having a bladder control problem, Wellington just doesn’t seem to know where to go anymore. Apparently, the living room is a good spot to let loose.

He’s back in the basement now, much to my dismay. He’s got a pretty comfy bed down there, a night light, and plenty of water. I go down there fairly often to visit with him and let him out, and the cats like to hang out with him too.

Tomorrow the vet should call with a prognosis.

Aging sucks a big fat one.