Very early this morning I heard a noise. It was somewhere between three and four am. I had been up at three to let Charlie and Annea out. Cody was still in the kitchen but he was awake. I usually feed them around four; however since I planned to go back to bed I knew Charlie wouldn't give me any peace until I fed him. So they all got an early breakfast. Cody didn't eat all of his food but I thought I would leave it for him just in case he decided to finish it.
Cody has been in the kitchen for two days. He's over 15 years old and for a Labrador retriever that's pretty good; their life expectancy is between 10 to 12 years. He's not doing well and he's having trouble walking. I'm at the point of when do I know it's the right time to let him go. He's eating his food, drinking water, and follows me around wherever I go. Until two days ago.
Since two days ago he hadn't left the kitchen. This morning he walked into my bedroom and lay down beside my bed. I looked down at him and he looked up at me as if to say "It's you and me, Mom."
He's given me that look all through his 15 years. We have a special connection and I'm sure when the time comes I'll know.
Until then I'm going to love him and enjoy all the time I have with him. ("") ("")
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