The “Little Old Man” Phase.
Everything got harder for him. Making it down the stairs to go outside, jumping on the bed, or the couch became impossible.
He would look longingly up at us on the bed Until we (Mostly Joe) picked him up, or when we were on the couch Joe would pick him up on the couch and he would be content, to sit at our feet. He would sleep under the bench in front of our bed on Joes clothes that he sometimes left there.(I suppose that was comforting to him, He LOVED Joe)
It was heartbreaking.
Guess I was getting older too. It took me FOREVER to get back up. That left a mark. A BIG one.
I told him that “I knew it wasn’t his fault”.