I fell down on the two steps entering the house while helping Princess in. It is not winter and these are small steps. I have no idea how I will make it through the winter.
Princess has more life in her than I do. She is 17. But while she needs help walking, she doesn't seem to be poor health otherwise. Other than being old.
I keep thinking that she stays alive to keep me going. It's ironic that everyone wants her dead, when she's the reason I get out of bed each day and walk at all.
I feel like I will let her down. Dogs are great beings. Princess loves me no matter how I am. I think she walks me more than I walk her.
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