Today our boy turns 13. 13, I just can't believe it! In human years he is 79, but you'd never know it by how he acts. He may be a half-blind and licks until I want to run from the room screaming, but he's our old man. He has been with us since he was 7. I often wonder about his first human family, the family who had someone take care of him for awhile and then never came to get him. We are technically his 4th family. 4 families in 7 years...but only one for ever more!
Happy Birthday Marty!