I don't really want to go on and say the things I've said so many times, I know that so many of my friends feel the same way about their dogs.
And I've read so many stories about how unfair it is that they live their entire lives in front of our eyes. And I agree.
I have also thought, "isn't it amazing that we are with them through their infancy through old age"
Bugsy maintains many of his personal characteristics that are forever youthful, however, there is a softness now to him that never existed when he was a young dog. He is more accessible, more vulnerable. I like to think I am too.
Tonight after a busy hour of destroying toys and taunting his humans I looked over and saw this:
Sleep well my old man, you can start raising hell again about 5 tomorrow morning.
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