...Smokey, or my mother.He's had to be in diapers for at least a year now, as he just walks around the house and lifts his leg all over. I know he can't hold it, and I honestly don't think he even realizes what he's doing. He's pretty much blind and deaf. He dearly needs a haircut and a bath, but I value my fingers and it stresses him out waaay too much. The few months he's began to poop in the house also. Earlier tonight I was sitting on steps clipping Reggie's nails, and I look over and Smokeys just squatting there right in the kitchen. He does his job then keeps walking, like nothing happened. Apparently he did the same thing the past few mornings in a row.
Smokey is 17 years old, he'll be 18 in February. He's always been my mom's baby...Smokey really doesn't care for the rest of us, he just wants to be near his mommy. Even now that he can hardly see or hear, he's her faithful companion, wandering around the house looking for her.
I know she loves him, we all love him, but I just don't know how much more she can take. And honestly, does he really have any quality of life?
It's just so sad to watch.He's not really Smokey, he hasn't been in a very long time. I'm sorry for rambling on, it's just something I had to say. I don't know when his time will come, but I wanted to let you know that there was a reason I haven't posted about him much.
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