My sweet old dog has trouble going up the stairs, or even finding the stairs. I help her out by either lifting her up or just picking her up. I tell her “We are all in this together”. She can’t hear me but it makes me feel good to let her know that I have her back (or bottom).
When I pick her up and carry her I put my arm out so that she can rest her front legs on my arm. She gets carried up like the princess she is, she looks ahead like she is telling me where to go.
I know that sooner rather than later she will not be with us. There is something so satisfying to know that I’m helping her and making her last years (months) special. Dogs give us so much love, this is her payback.
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