These days she feels best near water. The air is cooler there and smells of must and the chosen bloom of the day. Moss is prevalent, which doubles for a place to lay her head. New England has been experiencing a mild summer, and I think it’s that way; for her.
Her hip bones and spine protrude through her thin skin and fur. Her breathing is shallow, and I wonder how many breaths she has left. She walks these days, and does not run. She still remains so gentle.
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Very nice!!
Thanks Dad!
Nicely written and I can relate. We have an 11 year old Labby. She quietly and politely askes for help up on the bed and into the car. It is a priveledge every time I get the opportunity.
Thanks Greg! Every morning we thank her for waking up and being with us for one more day! ❤