He is 14.
My heart will surely break when he leaves this planet.
But let’s not think of that.
Tonight I sink my fingers in his coat softened with age. I whisper stories into his ear about his herding prowess. His intelligence. His courage. I thank him for helping raise our human child. I tell him love stories of our years together.
He noses my thigh and licks my cheek and tells me not to worry. That he is my friend and my partner. To be.
And teaching me “to be” might be the best thing he has done.
I love my Bing so terribly much.
Wales Tails Roque’s Crooner BN RA HSAsM RATN CGC TKI ASCA STDs AHBA JHD