I was out in the yard taking a few shots of the feathery grass in the bright sun, when Simba wandered over to see what I was looking at, then flopped down for a rest.
Then Puddin' had to come over too.
It wasn't long after that photo was taken that she wound up on my back, settling in for a snooze, but also head butting the back of my head and drooling. Nice.
Simba settled in for a snooze too. She has me on a rollercoaster. Her condition seems to change day by day. Sometimes I think that she's fine, not normal but not in pain and happy. The next she can't get up by herself, and hobbles around. But through it all she still seems like her happy dog self, not crying or whimpering or yelping, eating and drinking with gusto. I'm trying to decide if I am just seeing what I want to see, because I can't bear the thought of losing her, or if she is still doing ok. Am I just being selfish?