I just had a reality check that I don't think I wanted. I let the puppy out to go potty and watched her as she jumped and bounced around for a few minutes until she was ready to do her thing. Then, Mike wanted out, so I let him out too.

I watched him as he peed right away (as he always does) and then as he roamed around a little before doing the dirty one. Then he peed again (kind of a ritual.. pee, poop, pee and in the house). But.. in between his ritualistic movements, I couldn't help but realize how slowly he moved. His slower pace and his heavy winter coat (which makes him look really heavy) made him look so very old. Instantly, I felt so sad.. sad in the knowledge that he "is" old. He will be twelve in July (I pray he lasts that long) which means he will be 84 years old and has bladder cancer... and his limp makes him seem even older. I just feel so sad right now.

I guess I've just been so use to his movements and rituals that I never thought anything of it until now. But after watching the unstoppable puppy and then Mike... the difference was so extreme that it cut me to the quick.

Mike still plays with his toys and will chase a bouncing ball, but it's not the same. He seems like a little old man rocking in his rocking chair... it's so sad. But he's still my Best Friend and always will be. He's the light of my life and my soul-mate (in canine form). He's my precious boy, my main man, the love of my life.

I know I'll get over this feeling. But right now... it's just too fresh.

Thanks for listening. Love You All