Annie mostly sleeps these days. Her time is shortened to weeks.... but still, she graciously wags her tail when you scratch her ears and pat her belly. She joins the rest of the pack in the barking frenzy that greets the head of the pack when she gets home from work everyday. Her bark is filled with so much joy and love and depth that she is literally lifted off her front feet with the force. A holy homecoming, indeed.
She still wants to go for a walk, even though all she can manage is halfway down the block....and, as always, she can't wait to snarf down her delicious kibble and water combo that I grind in my brand new snazzy red blender, twice a day.
I know we will know when to help her live into her death...but I can't imagine it.
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