It's really a lot of work having a poochieloochie...but then there are those moments when he's lying glued to the side of me on the sofa and then he puts his head on my knee. yeah...i know...it's endearing, isn't it? his 16th birthday is this weekend...as is my dad's birthday...bubbi was the love his life...

at 16 i wonder how much more the furry dude's got in him...one minute he has more energy than anyone i know or anything i've ever seen...then other times he looks at me with ancient, sad, cataract-covered eyes as if he's saying goodbye...

tonight was the first time...is the first time i found myself starting to say but couldn't say it aloud so i finished the sentence in my head...that even though he's a pain in the ass and a lot of work, when it's time for him (this is when my voice quit) to go Home to find Dad, i'll be okay (but i don't know that i believe that really)...

i miss Dad a lot.