I haven’t been feeling right for a while. My back legs started feeling funny and now I can’t stand for too long. It’s kind of tough to get up and I don’t feel much like eating. I lay on my bed by my window and watch the squirrels run around. (Heh, Heh, funny little guys. I loved to chase them.)
I sleep a lot these days. Great dreams! The boy and the girl are in my dreams, they make me smile. I love them. Dad, and of course mom are in my dreams, they are always with me. All the kids I’ve ever known are there too, and my friends, Sammy, Frankie, Shelby, Stumpy, Yappy, all of them. We are always racing in the wind, or playing tug of war or hide and seek. I feel the sun on my fur, the wind in my ears, and so many wonderful smells dancing through my nose! It’s tough to wake up from those dreams! My legs work and I can eat anything that smells delicious!
But I do wake up and things hurt and I just don’t feel like myself.
I look around and there is mom. She’s always there. She rubs my head and talks to me softly. I am reminded of all of those who love me. Life is good.