Caretaking for a senior dog wears on the soul. You find yourself noticing EVERYTHING, from the way they get up, to how slow they’re eating compared to before, or whether today feels just a little better than yesterday. You celebrate the smallest wins while quietly carrying the weight of what tomorrow might bring.
Cocoa isn’t just my dog. She’s my soul dog. The only way I’ve ever been able to explain it is that it feels like, in another lifetime, we were one soul that somehow found its way back together again in this one.