Barney recently had an infection that left him wearing the cone for a couple of weeks. With antibiotics and care he came thru fine. But at 12 years old, I see him more vulnerable and slowing down. He is still cute and lively, but I can’t help but wonder how much more time I will have will him. He is the first dog that has been truly mine, so I am naturally quite fond of him. I remember years ago, an older friend of mine had a little dog he was quite fond of too. When she died, my friend was quite sad and depressed. Too much so I thought at the time. I mean I thought, she was just a dog, right? I was so wrong. I didn’t get it at the time. I do now.
