I’m not sure how many more days I can take of Mr. T following me through the kitchen like my shadow while staring up at me through his cataract filled eyes wondering why I’ve chosen to torture him at this late stage in our relationship. I don’t want to be mean to him. If I had my way, his days would be filled with greenies and turkey dogs. But, like so many of us, he is now being forced to face the inevitable results of old age.
It started with a routine visit to the vet for a dental cleaningContinue reading →