Skipper in 2008
Skipper is not my dog, but he belongs to best friends and neighbours. I 'borrow' him ever so often. Skipper and I have a dog-whisperer relationship: I love him, and he loves me in return. Despite his advanced age, he runs all the way to my house from his, despite defunct rear end and all. This year, there is a little more gray in his features.
Skipper in 2009
And a little more resignation it seems. He is hanging in there, sweetly, gently as ever. Trying his utmost to act less than his age. His eyes are getting a little opaque, his whiskers increasingly white, and his back-end increasingly weaker. Only his love and devotion remain as strong as they were in his youth.
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