Seven years a senior: Happy 7th birthday to Hazel the Saint Bernese
There's nothing I love more than seeing joy spark across Hazel's overly expressive face. Today, Hazel's birthday is one of her most joyful days of the year, and therefore, one of her most expressive. This year I'm isolating, so we couldn't go on one of our birthday adventures. I still spoiled her with many gifts, which is her favourite part anyway. This year she has earned the title of being my 'old lady dog' like Keira did before her.
At seven, Hazel officially entered her senior dog years. She's 56 in 'human years' according to the AKC dog-to-human year conversion chart, although she's still mentally a puppy. It's hard to believe the same lopsided 10-week-old puppy with the broken femur that healed wrong, who would later continue her journey into asymmetry by developing facial nerve paralysis and UAP elbow dysplasia, would be such a healthy senior dog.
Seven years into dealing with a doggy disability I like to think I know what I'm doing. Hazel has never been in short supply of love- or pain meds. Preventative medicine, pain management, and good nutrition have been the pillars of her care. Hazel believes the pillar of her care is anything she can lean her bum against. She also believed good nutrition is anything she finds on the street that looks remotely edible. When I look back at Hazel's first birthday I can't believe her transformation.
Each year that passes my love for this big, fluffy, drooling weirdo grows. Caring for a senior dog is a new journey for the two of us. Keira was an easy dog to care for, but Hazel is opposite in every way. She also seems to fall for any health concern that shows her the slightest bit of interest. The golden years are a big unknown for us. The only thing I know for sure is we're in this together.
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