Mom called me yesterday to tell her one of her doggies died - Mr. Bear. He had a long life though. He was 16, and had doggy altzheimers. Mom had to watch him like a hawk because he'd stumble off to the woods and get lot. Or she'd just find him somewhere around with his face planted against the wall.
Anyway, he was the last of that litter. Bitty, his sister/littermate, died just a few weeks ago. All our dogs are geriatrics. I've often teased mom that she now runs a doggy nursing home. She's got only four dogs left. I have two. All our pets were rescues, and I'm glad they we were able to give them a home. But I can honestly say I never want another pet after these are gone. It's too heartbreaking when they pass away.
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