I won’t complain about the hair that coats my black pants as I massage your aching back. I can really feel your bones now. You are getting so thin.
You greeted our first child with gentle curiosity and loved our second child just as much. You’ve been their book reading pillow, frisbee teammate, guardian, entertainer, and bedtime snuggle partner. You are crucial to my pack.
You have been my friend most of my adult life, and while I am still young…people are astonished at how old you are. 17 and a few months. 119 in dog years. No wonder your body is giving in. But there is no aging the spirit of a lab. Love still pours from you.
Our days are numbered. A thought that consumes me with dread. I pray God takes you peacefully in your sleep. I don’t want to be the one to take your last breath from you. I can’t bear it. I love you too much Leica.