I have many things going on in my life, one of my concerns (as trivial to some as it may be) is my dog....the love of my life, Buddy...I have noticed lately, he is not hearing things like he used to. Yes, he is getting old. I've had him longer than my RL boyfriend. So over 12 years. He is a Lab/Chow mix. He has become so needy that it makes me a bit nervous. Almost like...."hey, I am gonna die...baby me while you can!" needy. He wakes me around 3 or 4 a.m. each morning to lift this hefty 80 lbs. onto the bed...I can't say no. Last night, I lifted him onto the bed, he faced me and slept...I did not. I cherished the moment...stroking him...his sweet face at mine. His NOT so sweet dog breath consuming my own. And I thought to myself...I can't live without this. How could I? PURE loyalty...PURE love...I thought I would die when my father did...it will be as bad when my Buddy leaves me....and I worry about that day!
Just venting, I guess...