| Cutie |
| Me |
I will be nine-years-old in a couple of weeks. I'm happy. I love my life and my herd and my human.
| Myson |
I do have days though when my lungs rattle, and I get a bit tired. Now the human can quit that hovering and asking if I'm okay and what's wrong with me. Now she knows.
I do plan on enjoying every day that I have left here, and if the winter isn't too bad, I might even make it to my tenth birthday!
Now, don't give me sympathy because you'll start my goofy human to crying again.