What with all the excitement these past several weeks, I forgot to mention that our dear little Pompey turned fourteen. He is an old dog.
We had a scare on his birthday weekend, Dear Reader, when we had to rush him to the hospital, for emergency treatment. You can see where the vet shaved his arms for the IVs.
We almost lost him.
It really took a lot out of him, and he is noticeably diminished.
Every day with Pompey is precious to me. I don't know how many more of them we'll have, but I know that I shall treasure each and every one of them.
Photograph of Pompey in Reggie's arms taken today by Boy Fenwick