ALZHEIMER’S my dog & me
My German shepherd, Mozart, and I had landmark birthdays recently. I’d not been looking forward to either of them – another year older for both of us. My canine son has overtaken me, and is now eight years older than me, in human years. I dread the day he goes.
Mozart is unconcerned by such semantics. He is not troubled by the future; he’s still a free spirit, as I once was.
He does not have Alzheimer’s. In the morning, when my husband gets out of bed, Mozart springs on to it.
