a while ago, the vet told me to take Sheffield on short regular walks as often as I can, while he still can.
his limbs shake uncontrollably nowadays and take time to start up every time he gets up. his decade-old body isn't as strong as before but if you meet him, his spirit still is.
treatment isn't advised at his age even if i were loaded so that was hard to hear.
what wasn't hard is knowing this pandemic is giving us way more time together than we ever had. he takes more effort to relief himself and i have to support him and clean him almost every time. he slips a lot more often and he gets up looking a little confused and i pick him up every time. almost every time he would now nestle his head gently under my chin and on my chest, even if for a moment, because those are more moments than he used to do. i assume he appreciates the comfort.
and every chance i get i carry him from my room to the kitchen to the bathrooms to other rooms and back.
i'd be willing to carry you forever, Sheff. i will.
let's go for walks. let's go gai gai. let's go out.
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