Musings

The eldest girl in the house, Latte, is going to be nine years old while the boy, Uno, is going to be eight. Latte’s muzzle is getting white. While she still has ants in her pants, she can’t quite sit still, she has slowed down. Nothing visible, she’s still running like a mad one at the dog run. 

But when she’s running with me at a regular place, she can’t quite run as fast as three years ago. Often she’s at least 2 paces behind me. And I can’t quite dare to push her. 

Uno’s muzzle is also getting silverish, and he’s getting kinda thick around the waist. Otherwise, he’s still the lovable, big eyes, big head “boy dog”. 

When my other dogs went to doggie heaven, they broke my heart. Especially Sonja, who I had to put down because she’d cancer. She’s in so much pain, yet she never complained, whined very little and generally tried to be as happy as she could. 

Cheeky, my first dog, went peacefully. Her liver gave way and she didn’t want to fight anymore. That’s what I would wish for Latte and Uno, I wouldn’t be able to put them down. It would be just too, too painful.

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