Poor Babs!

Aging has its consequences.  Ask me.  I am finding out.

So imagine being 105.  That's about how old Babs is.

We had noticed that her hearing and vision were decreasing, and for that reason, we have been keeping an eye on her at the cabin, particularly when she is outside.  We used to always keep her on a leash, but now that she doesn't run away, we had been letting her go outside with us, but unattached.  Not anymore.

Last Friday, Don and she went outside.  I was down near the stream, picking gooseberries.  Suddenly I heard Babs yelp.  It wasn't a good yelp.

Apparently, Don thought she was following him, but she took an abrupt turn to the wall and suddenly fell five feet to the road - Graham Johnson style.  She fell towards the top of the hill, but the fall is farther than it looks in this picture.

She must have good bones, because although she is sore and not able to jump much, she can walk and trot.  At times we accidentally touch her where it hurts, but most times she is fine.

What baffles me is that she couldn't see that it was a long way down.  Today in the back yard, she saw a rabbit that was 20 - 30 feet away . . . and she chased it!

I don't know what got into her, but her life is now back to leash restriction when in the mountains!