Sometimes I remind him of all the adventures we've had, and sometimes we just sit quietly and watch the neighbors come home, my hand on his back and his paw on my knee.
Sometimes we bring Monty along, or Harlow, but sometimes, I think the walks he likes best right now are the one where it is just the two of us.
|From the archives|
Sometimes we pass people and I ask them if they like dogs. If they say yes, I ask them if they would mind petting Sam - because he loves people. ...and sometimes they do.
We keep hoping we will have many days left with him, but sometimes it hits me hard that one day all too soon I'll have to take my first walk without him.
|Which way, Mom?|
Sometimes I don't take my sunglasses off, even though it is dark outside, because I don't want him to see me crying.