Today is Petie’s birthday. He is 13 years old. I’d say for an animal that is equivalent to 91 years of age in human years, he looks great. Sure he’s a little more grey than he used to be but he’s still got a ton of energy and constantly gets mistaken for a puppy.
Lately, Petie seems to be dragging just a bit though. I have to say, it breaks my heart. While he’s still pretty sprite, I can’t help but notice him walk a little slower… hesitate to run up a flight of steps or jump onto the couch.
We set up a vet appointment this week just to make sure nothing is wrong with him. I secretly hope that maybe he’s just sick with something that is easily curable with antibiotics and that he’ll be back to being my hyperactive little man but a part of me fears that he’s just old… ugh, I can’t even think about that without crying!
Regardless – happy birthday, little buddy!