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The Ancient One
Who’s old?
My ancient Sasha (going on 17) has been having some old lady troubles the past couple of months–things are just getting tired. Many days, she will at least walk some of the way, even it’s slow (which annoys Jack to no end. “You’re kidding, right? You have to pee again?”), but some days, I leave her at home with a bone. Cute, eh? Like this? Try these posts, too.: 6 comments to The Ancient One |
Barbara Samuel O'Neal is the author of more than thirty award-winning novels, including Rita Award Winning THE LOST RECIPE FOR HAPPINESS and THE SECRET OF EVERYTHING. Her newest book HOW TO BAKE A PERFECT LIFE is available NOW!
A native of Colorado, Barbara loves teaching, travel, reading, writing, yoga, walking, food, cooking, photography and...okay, reality television. |
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She’s beautiful.
Beautiful. Happiness is a bone to chew and sun to sit in : )
She’s gorgeous!
We used to call her Splinter, from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
17 years old. Wow. My Sunny-dog, part lab, part Charpei, is now 10 years old and I can see such a difference in her from when she would chase everything and notice every sound and movement. These days, she seems content enough to lie beneath my feet or by my side, as she is doing tonight.
My constant friend and companion just stretched and resumed her fetal position below my feet, one ear cocked upright.
What a wonder. What a joy.
Seriously, Yvonne. Seriously.