My creative effort from yesterday. I was sitting in the garden, enjoying the summer afternoon when Barney decided to join me. For a dog on death row, he is doing remarkably well. I see no evidence of his cancer. I see lots of evidence of his age. He woke me up twice last night to do his business. He wanted to go outside, but at 4 in the morning I was in no mood. So, he went to his pad and fortunately, found the pad both times. Good little dog. According to the vets (my primary one and the oncology one) he should be fading by now. But not so. I am grateful that he is still is such good shape for now and I really cherish his presence. One of these days I will only have this photo to remind me of our little respite together.
