Molly could barely use her back legs towards the end. She would try to stand up and they would just slide apart, poor girl. She also had a hard time not peeing on the floor. I would find her lying there with a puddle under her. I would pick her up and take her out often, but she was not a tiny dog so it was somewhat difficult. I sometimes took a towel and wrapped it under her and held her up with it so she could walk on her own front legs, but this was awkward too. We didn’t get her a cart because we knew she was in her final days. I miss her.