Wednesday, October 03, 2007
That’s Major, my 12 year old gentle, loving giant.
Every day he lies waiting at the backyard gate – for the boys to come home, for someone…
And every day it breaks my heart, just a little.
He’s having a bit of trouble these days – has aggravated the arthritis in his back. Each time I see him drag his left rear paw, I panic. (I know, I know, I overreact, over-worry, over-stress…)
I’m doing the daily pills routine and bribing him to eat with whatever appeals to him. Dry dog food be damned.
If I lose this guy, I don’t know what I’ll do.
Ah, hell, I do know. I’ll simply carry on.
That’s what we do, right?