This dog, is perfect. I’ve known he is perfect, for a long time now. Long before I knew he was dying. Even when he was wild, I knew. Doug rarely barks, only if he perceives danger for us. He sleeps in, it’s me who has to wake him up every day. He doesn’t know tricks, he’s not a performer. I don’t need him to be. He doesn’t sit for dinner, because post surgery, he can’t really hold a sit. Even so, sitting for food is not required. He will stay behind any barrier I put it front of him. No matter what is on the other side of that barrier. If my fingers, or a child’s hand is near his mouth, he won’t close it. If I say ‘potty’, he goes. If I say ‘inside’, he comes. ‘Upstairs’, ‘downstairs’, ‘in the office’, he knows all of those. All he has ever wanted, is love and food. And a heated blanket. Even in NCL, he’s been perfect. Never frustrated. Never acting out. This past week with Covid, our dog walker opted out, so he hasn’t gotten as much exercise as he needs. And there he is, ok with that. Needing only to be close enough to touch me, at all times, non stop. Perfection, as always. Just like his brothers. #loveliveson❤️ #covidisnojoke #myperfectboy
Between my surgery, getting the blood clot, work, Doug’s decline, more work, and trying to stay in touch with family and friends, I’m very far behind on Christmas. My cards are sitting on the counter, waiting to magically be sent. And I’m supposed to be out Christmas shopping today. But Doug struggled all morning, then fell asleep on his electric blanket post bath, and letting him be happy there, right now, has become my only priority. #sorrychristmas #notsorrytho
Happy 7th birthday, baby! You are my sweet boy, and my beautiful joy. You have lit up my days with your mischief, energy, discontent, and devotion to food. I hope you feel like every day is your birthday. I don’t think about what’s to come anymore, for us, I’m forever grateful for every single second that has gotten us to each new right now. I love you bubba. Forever and always. 🖤 #loveliveson❤️
