So sad, Lisa thought, watching the two of them interact. In truth, it was just Sterling doggedly trying to connect with Horace. When she married Sterling ten years ago, Horace was so vibrant and alert. But now, most days, poor Horace didn’t recognize either of them. Doc had prescribed a Prozac clone for his anxiety. But Horace still wandered around the house listlessly, seemingly looking for something familiar.
At their last appointment, Doc, the vet, said, “Horace is going on 15 years. That’s pretty old for that breed of dog. Try to protect him like he protected you all those years.”