Last night our dog Griffin had trouble moving and looked very uncomfortable. This is not the first time that our 11 year old Australian Labradoodle has looked unwell and close to death, but vet visits seem to determine that these are signs of old age. Last night the dog looked very unwell after a time when the local vets were all closed. Pam snuggled up to the dog for extended hours to give him some comfort. I am always careful to observe how the unwell are treated in our house as the dog is not the only one who’s getting long in the tooth.
This morning, Griffin seem to be his normal self. A little slow moving. (who am I to point that out?) but back to being the household dog (even though he’s one of two dogs, the other being a similarly aged, but healthier standard poodle).
This morning I woke concerned about the dog and happy to see that he was back to his generally normal self. As I opened my eyes and checked my screen, what appears on my Facebook but a series of photos of Griffin, with a musical background. Uma is in there too. What a coincidence.
Sometimes I think Facebook has planted a chip in my brain. The algorythm gods are all powerful.
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