I came across this interesting article in the Washington Post over the weekend. We have dealt with doggie Alzheimer’s many times over the years, and it’s always difficult and emotionally wrenching. The most recent case came just last month, when we had to euthanize our elderly blind Husky, Mitch. He had become what I can best describe as “lost.” Once the most fastidious dog we’ve ever known, he ended up repeatedly laying down on the floor in his own pee and poop, utterly oblivious to it, while a dry, clean cot sat unused just a couple of feet away. Yes, he knew the cot was there, and yes, he could still easily climb up on it if you wanted to, and no, he wasn’t incontinent — he was just no longer the Mitch we had known. And he wouldn’t have recognized himself in the dog he had become. So this article in the Post was timely, and I thought worth sharing.