When you are old and grey and nodding by the plant…
Arlene Star, Arlene the Bean, Arlenoush, Arlenushka, Beanmush has grown old, four months shy of her 14th birthday, we are witnessing the rapid decline. Her anxiety reached a high pitch as the pacing picked up, the incontinence hastened, the running into objects intensified a couple of nights ago. The vet prescribed anti anxiety pills. We tried one and she was almost comatose and punch-drunk twelve hours later. So we gave her half last night and…