Older dogs are very special. Today I smiled at watching my own 16 1/2-year-old Woofe foxy up and sprint down the hall. It was a good morning for him. More frequently, I massage his joints before picking him up from his bed and carefully squaring him onto his feet before encouraging him to go outside for his potty duty. Too often now I cringe at watching his weakened legs almost crumble under him. I know his legs would crumble if it were not for his daily Glucosamine. His sweet eyes have a glaze over them but he still sees me as he moves about in his 90% deafened world. I hold and pat him a lot more now because I feel those are the most meaningful things I can do for showing him my devoted and grateful love. Woofe is a Coton de Tular and kind of a rare breed. There were only four in the Seattle area when I got him years ago. He is the most loyal, faithful and darling little fur child ever. [click to continue…]
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