Last night, actually early this morning, poor little Cash fell out of bed. I was not sleeping well so partly awake and heard a soft "thunk". I got up and found Cash on the floor. I took him in the bathroom where I could turn on the light without waking Jim. I think the poor guy was stunned and sort of disoriented. I put him on the rug and he just laid there for a while looking around. I kept petting him and eventually he got up and went out the doggie door to potty. When he came back in I put him back on the bed.

It was lucky that there was a folded blanket on the floor that I had put under my head when I was doing yoga so he landed on that. Now there is a large folded blanket there just in case it happens again. Poor little guy. It's not easy getting older.