Even my dog is Old.

Our little dog pal McGee is getting old too. He is going to be twelve and he's not liking it. I can tell. He can't chase the ball as much, he struggles going up the stairs when the weather is cold and damp. And he doesn't always know when he has to pee so he has to wear a d iaper when he's in the house. We know it is degrading for him so we always give him a treat and praise him for enduring the humiliation. But if he didn't wear his diaper he would pee on the furniture.
I will never wear a diaper come hell or high water. I remember the hospice nurse telling me my mother should have a diaper on during the last two days of her life. I told the nurse she would never go in that diaper and she never did. Four hours before she died she got up and sat on that portable potty thing they gave her and emptied her bladder for the last time. She then fell deep asleep and left this life with an empty bladder and a peaceful countenance. I am my mother's daughter. I will never wear a diaper. And I promise to never pee on the furniture.