Love Birds

In our house, this is called 'love birds'. Yes. I know they're dogs. Look at this love. How sweet. The picture quality isn't great, but her head is on his hip. She's letting him know she's right here for him.

Of course watching them snuggle just makes me think, "What in the world is she going to do when he's gone?". And every day I'm watching him get a little closer, new symptoms appear and it's beyond horrible. He's not just a dog to me (obviously...I write about him enough, huh?). I'm already missing him.

And the kids are starting to ask about him. "When will he die? But what if I don't want him to leave? Can we take him to the doctor again to see if they can do anything else?". I tell them about how dogs don't live as long as people. At least we had him and not someone else. We spoiled him rotten and made sure he had a great life. And if there was anything at all I could do to fix it, I would.

For now...lots of loving on him. While I still can.