…we chant “I know I can, I know I can” while picking up 60 pounds of elderly canine and carrying her up a flight of stairs to bed for the night
…after which we run back down those stairs to boost her elderly 70 pound brother’s butt up the stairs
…and the next morning, having invented a new way down the stairs with 60 pounds of semi-ambulatory canine, riffing on a country song now titled “The Butt-Scootin’Boogie” – we hold her with our arms wrapped tightly around her front & back, and scoot down the stairs on our butt, run back upstairs and do it again for her brother
…we go outside in heat, cold, rain, or snow and carry her down the four steps to the yard
…at which point we hold her longedy-furred tail up so she doesn’t get pee all over herself
…and encourage her to take even a few steps around the backyard with her brother
…and then carry her back up the stairs and into the kitchen
…and then run back down those four steps to boost her brother’s butt up into the kitchen
…which has been littered with rubber-backed, non-slip floor mats to aid traction for elderly canines
…said kitchen smelling to high heaven of the special stew of chicken stock meat, chicken liver, rice, and vegetables simmering in the crockpot which their vegetarian mom lovingly prepares to ensure they are eating enough nutritious food
…and we do it gratefully and lovingly for the days, or weeks, or months we have left together
…and despite it all, and wishing it didn’t always end this way, we wouldn’t give it up for all the world.
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