Change is not without challenge. When you are a senior citizen, this sometimes amplifies your resistance to change.
For the record, I am referring to my senior dog, Little Guy, and not myself. Yes, I had to clarify as my children are certain I am quite advanced in age.
Little Guy turned fifteen this summer. He has lived a long, healthy, happy existence and is still enjoying life (well, at least the parts he doesn’t sleep through). However, with all this change surrounding us, eating was no longer a favorite activity. He began to reject all forms of meticulously prepared kibble and such. He preferred treats and began to beg for table scraps.
This went on for many weeks. He began to lose weight and started to lose some of his zip.
Finally, in a last-ditch effort (yes, the situation was becoming quite dire), I stumbled upon a raw food diet that he adores. I don’t mind one bit that it’s super fancy.
He can have whatever his heart desires.
Since he began his fancy food, he is a much more content, happy boy.
He loves his life again.
In essence, he is reverting back to his natural heritage of being a carnivorous beast.
He’s going out in a blaze of glory.
Just make sure you heat up his food for twenty seconds in the microwave before you serve him.
He’s not a complete savage for goodness sakes!