...is that we will love him every single day until it's time to say goodbye...
...even though his rough days are becoming closer together than they used to be...
...because he still wags his tail, plays with veracity and will knock you down for a piece of lunchmeat...
...as long as he is enjoying his life, we will continue to modify our lives to meet his needs...
...and we will do so happily because he's still our baby...
...and, honestly, I can't say it would be surprising if he's still around this time next year...
...because he's got a stubborn streak 18 miles wide, friends...
...we will put beef broth on his food to make it more tasty, treat him with the occasional piece of Pop Tart and pass the rib bones around with abandon...
...because that's what you do for those you love dearly, whether they have two legs or four...
So, Bo Bowers, though it does hurt us to see your decline, you continue to give us more joy than we could ever have asked for from a sweet puppy. Besides, you'll be 56 in dog years come November 21, and at that age you deserve some tender loving care.
And I have no doubt that birthday will be celebrated with a giant steak. Oh, sure, it will be unseasoned because your tummy can't handle much more than bland foods these days. But, still, steak is steak :-)
Yes, I will continue to laugh at you each day you chase the turkey or ham into the kennel and then look surprised when you turn around and the door is locked. You will continue to take Benadryl and Glucosamine just like your parents in order to ease your symptoms.
And we will love you. No matter what.
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