Each day...

...of living is a blessing to me, but to my mum, each day is a suffering for Ricky (and her).

Her talk of "taking him away" and "giving him an injection" is depressing, frustrating and nerve-grating.

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he's not been well. he lets loose his bowels at different spots of the house. he barely eats. he staggers along. he whines. he no longer barks. and he seldom wags his tail.

but. he is still breathing. his bowels are functioning. he eats. he drinks. he can still walk. he still wags his tail when i brushes his coat.

and that to me, is a blessing everyday.