aging dog snoring gently
crashing love grips me
I’ll have the vet look when we go for his boosters, but I’m pretty sure I’ve discovered the start of a cataract in one of Gilly’s eyes.
More and more of these small signs lately. He’ll be nine in July.
And still: yesterday at the dog park a pretty girl flirted with him all the way down the path.
Coy yellow dog all wiggling and kissing.
Gilly aglow with pride, high-stepping.