Marty and I had arrived home late. I had a lot of packages to open and things to put away. She was so very tired and kept letting me know with groans that she wanted me to go upstairs so she could go to bed. She wouldn't leave me. She did take over an empty box and give me that look though.
She chose me. If I leave her (or get out of her sight) she cries so much my children ask me not to leave her anymore. So, I try to take her as much as possible.
We've had her for only a little under 2.5 years of her 13 years.
She came to us with a bad history and so many fears.
Love, tenderness, and kindness do wonders.
She's turned into a great little companion and will be spoiled until she passes.
We'll make her last years the best years of her life.
