Just sitting looking at my beautiful chocolate lab and thinking how much we all absolutely adore him, even though he can be a bit of a twat.
He's starting to get grey/white around his chin and has that kind of 'old man' thing going on but if I even think about losing him, I feel sick to my stomach.
He's a constant. When things are great/crap/scary/sad, he's still there with a cuddle and a waggy tail. I wonder why it is we feel such strong love for these wonderful creatures who we can't even talk with (although I have full blown conversations with him but you know what I mean)?