Some days I look at my little old dog and tears come to my eyes as I acknowledge that his days remaining are inevitably bound to be few. Other days I watch his fading scrawny body move carefully in its quite blind cautious way and see its excitement as a new smell is discovered, old friends whove marked trees are remembered, and his freshly cooked chicken is stuffed while his tail wags ferociously in delight, and I think to myself as I smile, that he might just last forever..and I hope.
Posted on: Sun, 13 Apr 2014 09:04:27 +0000
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