Jameson is 16 and 3/4. That's so crazy. I type this and she is circling the floor in front of me looking if I dropped any crumbs.
My dog is almost 17. Insane.
We are constantly wondering how our pup is doing. Some days she is normal. Everything is the same. And then one day she starts walking weird, and I think it's time. And then the next day, she is back to normal.
It's been a lot to go back and forth in my mind about what's about to happen...
We're watching college football, and they're showing the University of Colorado campus. Mountains in the background. Enticing us to come.
Yesterday I wrote about when I feel most alive.
I also feel most alive when I am traveling and exploring.
I just want to be...
Paul and I dream of the day when we can travel again.
A quick road trip to visit my brother in Arizona.
A weekend in Chicago to visit parents.
A day trip to some nearby mountains and returning home whenever we want.
But all that travel will mean that Jameson no longer exists, and...
It was March 2021 just a few days after Paul's father passed away. Jameson and I were upstairs in my office. I was typing an email to my newsletter about Paul's father, and Jameson was napping next to me, keeping me company.
Paul came up the stairs to see me, and Jameson woke up...
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