That made me cray, a 2nd and even 3rd time now.
Cooper is a little slower coming to the door now, can’t hear me calling him much of the time any more, and we’ve slowed our hikes down and I carry him over downed trees and branches. On his last trim, he’s more gray than black.
After I take the 2 rescue kitties to the transport tomorrow, I won’t be getting more. He’s tired of having to raise them and having his bottom patted by all these little paws. The kittens gravitate to him, probably partly his size and partly because Sable hisses at them.