Faded Jeans Living

Yesterday and actually all week was a tough for old Boris. Between pain and anxiety attacks he went to his go to place in the corner behind the end table. Now a days he likes tight places against the wall where he can hide and peek out. It’s so hard looking into those eyes and not being able to help. We had two trips to the vet trying two different pain meds and as of now it just doesn’t feel like they are helping him much.

Bo is about 12 or 13 I think. When we got him from a pit bull rescue they didn’t know his age. Once flaring with muscles and energy and now very frail in his golden years. He’s had several bouts where we thought this is it, his time has come, but he’s bounced back.

Us humans aren’t very good or prepared with death trying to ignore it the best we can. It feels like it’s getting closer for him, but unlike when my father died from cancer, I can take Boris to the vet to allow him to pass without experiencing more pain. Looking into those eyes there is so much love, sorrow, and I can’t help thinking he understands that this ride here may be coming to an end.

I’m hoping for a better day for him today and the pain meds start doing their job. Until then I’ll continue to love him up and make him as comfortable as possible. Love is so precious.

Appreciate, enjoy, hug, and love those around you everyday!

Life’s a trip,

Dwight❤️