536 Dog Years Old

Fancy WhitecottonToday is Grandma’s birthday.  She lived to be 536 dog years old.  My Dad misses her a lot.  The other day, I heard him reading out loud from his journal.  He said, “Mom is no longer in a wheelchair in heaven.  She doesn’t have a head injury there.  And she’s taking Cino on long walks, because his arthritis is gone.”  Hearing all of that made my tail wag in Bella’s face.  Her tail was wagging too.

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