We do not live forever, and dogs live even less. Bolo has been pumped full of steroids and drugs his whole short (so far) life, so we realised that his future will concern strange cancers and lukemias and etc. Presently he looks bizzare, because like Barry Bonds or Sammy Sosa, he is bulging out of his skin - not a slender little thing like he should be.
But lately a limp has evidenced itself. Not good. Oh, he's pretty good - but there is that harbringer of hard times ahead. So, concerned we, have taken to carrrying him up the starir when he puylls up hesitent. I think he knows that Mom will not be able to carry him, but...
Aging and death...
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