Life in Autumn (and Winter)

Life in Autumn (and Winter)

The calendar is turning from autumn to winter and it’s chilly, even here in northern California.

It’s safe to say that I’m solidly in my autumn years. My spring and summer years feel like separate lives. Separate people, even. I kept a pretty regular journal when I was younger and when I look back on things I did, said, felt during earlier years it doesn’t feel like me now. When my iPhone shows me pictures from decades past, that person does not look like the person I see in the mirror. When I was a kid it was impossible imagining that older people could ever have been young. Now I have that same perspective looking at myself now and comparing me to myself then. How was it I was ever young? How did the person that I am now evolve from the person I was then? It feels so disjointed. But, those people I see in younger pictures of myself and read about in my journals formed the person I am today. In his poem Ulysses, Alfred, Lord Tennyson says, “I am a part of all that I have met…”

Aging is a mixed bag. Some things have improved, to be sure. I used to be naïve, idealistic, reactionary, petty, and foolish at times. While I haven’t shed these characteristics, they have mellowed. I am definitely more patient and introspective than I used to be. But other things are not better now.  My short-term memory and ability to concentrate are not nearly as sharp as they were in my college years. Much of that is because I have so much more on my plate nowadays. But some of that must be due to shortening telomeres. I would have expected more mental resilience with age, but I think that the opposite is true. I was much better at compartmentalizing things when I was younger. If I had a fight with my parents, or a break up with a girlfriend, I could generally “put that in a box” and store it somewhere to be dealt with later while I focused on tasks at hand. Difficulties hit me in a more lasting way now and I bring home to work or work home, which isn’t good. And I’ve got a new bed buddy: insomnia. That was never a problem when I was younger.

And then there’s the physical. Aside from my haircut, nothing has improved physically with age. When I was 20 and living in Budapest, the deepest subway station was Moscow Square (Moszkva Tér; named by the occupying Russians, now renamed Széll Kálmán Tér, after a past prime minister). The escalator descends 126 feet to allow the trains to go underneath the Danube. There are four escalators side-by-side and during quieter hours only two operate. We had this juvenile dare called the Moszkva Tér challenge, which was to run non-stop up one of the stationary escalators. And I did it. I vomited at the top, but I did it. I’ve been back to Budapest many times and I can tell you that there’s no way I could do that anymore. I’m pretty sure the consequences of trying in my current physical shape would be more serious than acid reflux. Like, passing out would be a best-case scenario.

View from the bottom looking up the escalator in Széll Kálmán Square in Budapest, 126 feet below the surface, the site of the “Moszka Tér Challenge” from Dr. Christensen’s younger days.

In my college years, my buddy Max and I used to take a week every summer and spend it backpacking somewhere in the mountain west, usually between 30 and 50 miles over a week. I took very little consideration for the weight of my pack, tossing in everything I thought I might want, including multiple books (journal, birding field guide, two novels—in case I finished the first, a poetry book, and a trail guide), binoculars, spotting scope and tripod, fishing gear, and even fresh fruit, along with the necessary tent, sleeping bag, clothes, cooking gear, water bottles and purification pump, first aid kit, knife, etc. My pack weighed over 70 lbs. At times I struggled with altitude changes (I was living at sea level), but we did it. Every year. Great memories.

Dr. Christensen and his buddy, Max, in their college years getting ready to head into the Montana wilderness.

Dr. Christensen and Max taking a selfie (before that was even a thing) at Rainbow Lake in Montana during one of their many multi-day hikes carrying packs that weighed half what they did up and over the Continental Divide.

Two years ago, I spent 12 days hiking in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains in New Mexico with my son, Parker and his scout troop at the Philmont Scout Ranch. We ended up trekking about 74 miles total, with serious elevation gains and losses in altitude (6,500 ft at base and over 12,000 at the peaks). I did it and no one had to carry me out. But I was often one of the last ones to camp, and if I wasn’t last, it was another of the fathers who trailed behind me. Parker literally took the experience in stride. It was with a mixture of pride and self-frustration that I watched him tackle that trip and thrive as he did. It reminded me of hiking when I was his age, hopping from boulder to boulder, sliding down short cliffs, leaping streams with a 70-pound pack on my back, and then sleeping soundly on the hard ground each night. In New Mexico, each of the fathers made sure we had our daily doses of “Vitamin M.” You might know it better as “Motrin.” And there was no hopping, sliding, or leaping. Walking was very deliberate and aided by two hiking sticks. Not as quickly as the scouts. And my pack was never more than 40 pounds. All fruit was dehydrated. But I did it. And it was a life experience with my son I will never forget.

Dr. Christensen and his son, Parker, on one of the many summits of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains in New Mexico during a 74-mile hike.

So, age doesn’t have to eliminate meaningful and enjoyable experiences. But considerations must be taken to allow a body to do things now that in youth could be done without a second thought. The same is true for mental challenges. I prepare my mind and surroundings. Eliminate distractions. Make sure I have adequate sleep. I may need to purposefully do some mental exercises: meditation, yoga, breathing exercises. Five milligrams of escitalopram helps keep those stresses in their boxes. Besides Vitamin M, I also take Vitamins B12, C, and D3, fish oil, and glucosamine. My point is that I still live a fulfilling physical and mental life, despite negative age-related changes. I just have to make sure I’m taking some reasonable measures to allow myself to enjoy life in ways similar to what I used to do.

Grecko, an 8-year-old Doberman Pinscher, has had an impressive career in both sports and the show ring, recently completing his UDC Championship.

Owner: Marie Miller

Kaydyn, a 12-year-old Golden Retriever, continues to enjoy agility competitions, field training, and outdoor adventures despite his chronic health issues.

Owner: Kelley McNair

I recently turned 50 and one of my birthday presents was my first colonoscopy. That was a joyful experience. Ugh. Actually, the purging prep was worse than the actual exam. But in truth, I’m grateful. What a blessing to be able to have screening tools to catch serious diseases early, when we can still do something about them! Screening for prostate disease? Diabetes? High blood pressure? Other familial tendencies? Sign me up! Ladies out there, when’s your next mammogram? Pap smear? Bone density test? Diagnostic tests for debilitating conditions help us detect problems early on and know what adjustments we need to make to help us age more gracefully.

I am, at my biological core, just another animal. Aging is what biological beings do. All animals age and experience mental and physical challenges. We see this most intimately in our family pets. In the excellent western film, Open Range, the two leads, played by Kevin Costner and Robert Duvall, are heading on a long ride into town. They have an old camp dog, Tig, who looks up with bright eyes and wags her tail as they saddle the horses. A young cowhand, Button, who is staying behind with the cattle, holds Tig back and says, “Wants to go.” Costner’s character responds, “She acts like she does, but she don’t. Still got the heart, not the legs.”

Envy, a 12-year-old Vizsla, loves hunting, running by the river, and relaxing. She successfully had a TCI at Kokopelli at age 7.

Owner: Colleen Meacham, Adara Vizslas

Kai, a 10-year-old Alaskan Malamute, is a sweet and athletic therapy dog who keeps everyone laughing with his vocal nature and love for horses and pigs.

Owner: KC Criddle

Lia, a 10-year-old Bracco Italiano, loves hunting pheasant at Hastings Island Hunting Preserve. She has had two successful litters thanks to Kokopelli.

Owner: Valerie Kessler, Riverbend Braccos

But just like there are options to help me tackle physical and mental challenges as I age, we have tools to help senior pets feel better and enjoy a higher quality of life. Just like for us as we age, there are tests that we recommend for our pets as they age to try to catch problems early and either prevent or slow the progression. Annual visits to see your vet become even more important as your pet ages. Through physical examination and basic laboratory tests we can detect problems with the heart, liver, kidneys, musculoskeletal, neuromuscular, and endocrine systems. Regular dental exams and cleaning are critical to a pet’s ability to stay healthy. And we have tools to treat the maladies associated with aging in animals. We have excellent treatments for heart disease, osteoarthritis, urinary issues, ocular disease, diabetes and other endocrine disorders, and even cognitive dysfunction.

Expanding our scope at Kokopelli from our specialty focus on fertility has allowed us to enjoy helping pets at all stages of life, and it is an absolute joy to help an older dog, cat, or horse rediscover the bounce and pep they lost somewhere along the way.

To wit, I just beat my 18-year-old son twice in best-2-out-of-3 pickleball over Thanksgiving break (and took some Vitamin A afterwards…i.e, “Advil”). Life doesn’t end after summer; it just changes and requires some assistance. Lord Tennyson, reflecting on his past, his current aged state, and what he wanted out of what life he had left, continued in Ulysses to say “…all experience is an arch wherethro’ gleams that untravell’d world whose margin fades for ever and forever when I move.” There are ways both humans and our pets can keep chasing the untravell’d world even into our senior years. If you have a senior pet, or when you do, we strongly encourage you to talk to us about options to help your furry friend feel as good as they can for as long as they can. They’ve earned it. But I don’t need to tell you that. No one knows it better than you.

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