I was enjoying the beautiful weather with Nemo, Tango, and Lily when Old Man Lucky decided to join us. I had my camera, so I shot a few pictures of the old man; mostly because we're not sure just how long we're going to have him around.
Just a month ago, we joked that the old dog would never die -- he's simply too ornery and never listens. But the last week has brought Lucky a lot of aging. Sometimes he can't get up without assistance, but once he's up he can usually handle himself. He's sleeping an awful lot, too, but still seems to enjoy himself when he's awake. So still lots of life left in him, but it feels like the dam sprung a leak and it's leaving him more quickly than it was before.
I was surfing the Washington Post and found this beautiful article. If you've ever loved an old dog, you'll enjoy this well-written piece.
