I'm craaaazy. Crazy for feelin' so looooonely! I'm crazy, crazy for feelin' soooo bluuuuue!
The other day, we walked into the house to Carmen wailing at the top of her lungs. I ran up the stairs as quickly as possible, fearing she had fallen and could not get up. Aroooooooo! Ba ba aroooooo! she howled. I rounded the door to our bedroom and there she was lying on her comfy bed singing at the top of her lungs to the wall.
When she finally noticed me, standing there, hands on hips, gazing at her in dismay, she appeared startled. It was as if she were thinking, "Who the hell are you and why are you in my recording session? Are you a back up singer? New to the band? What?"
Seems our beautiful sweet fifteen year old Carmen is losing it.
She'll go to the dining room and stare at a chair, trying to remember what she went in there for. (Yeah, I can relate, Lady Bug. ) Sometimes she'll ask to go outside, turn around immediately, beep to come inside and go straight to the kitchen and, you know, dump her truck as it were. (So not into that one, Sugar. ) She'll get up at all hours and demand her dinner, even though she had eaten. (It's amazing you're as skinny as you are, Baby.) Just yesterday, Hud went to pet her and she looked at him like he was a total stranger. (I haven't got a clue who you are, Nice Man!)
Bless her heart.
I'm happy that her personality did not change with the onset of dementia. She's still the sweet, tender soul she was all those years ago when she ran across a crowded street to plop at my feet and said, "I've been looking for you! You're tardy!" While the people who were trying to collar her screamed at me, "Put your dog on a leash!" I yelled to them that I don't have a dog but then she put her left paw up and smiled.
She made a liar out of me that day. She's been our gentle lady ever since.
So what if she bursts out in a country song every now and again?
As long as she steers clear of show tunes, I'm cool with it.