Now that I have regained my composure, I think I need to share this with you guys.
It’s a story I could have told about myself a few times, only maybe not as well, and as I look at my buddy Frodo, knowing he’s winding down, I don’t know when I’ll have the same story to tell again.
Many will not be able to read this, I am sorry. This is going to be detailed and disturbing. I need to talk about my little boy.
Hind sight is a wondrous thing, it’s really to bad that it usually comes after it is to late.
Last night was a very long night. Otis got himself into bed at 7:30 just a he did every night. He drifted off to sleep pretty much right away. All snuggled up in his blanket next to me. He always had to be touching me. Walks or just sitting watching tv. Night time was most important as it was total body pressed up against me.
I woke him up at 9:30 to take him out to take care of business just as every night. I had to carry him out and down the deck stairs and onto the lawn. He was not his normal…
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