What was I thinking?

What was I thinking watching the last thirty minutes of “Marley and Me” when I have seen it before? Of course I end up in a sobbing mess and insist that Hershey sleep with me so I can hug him and tell him what a good boy he is.

Several nights since then, I have woken up in the middle of the night and he is lying next to my side bed rail vs. his comfy bed where he can usually be found five feet away. This has me worried.

He has me worried sleeping next to my bed, not barking when the doorbell rings or when someone comes in, vomiting spells, not running when food is spilled, and worried that we now have to pick him up to get in the truck or in the bed. He still loves to go swimming or on walks (no more than a mile), is ecstatic when we get home, and still more than tolerable to be a jungle gym. But usually he can just be found sleeping these days.

I stayed home sick today (strep) and was so thankful that he wanted to be in bed with me nuzzling his head in my lap. It reminded me of old times when he always slept with us before it was hard for him to jump up. The kids were all at school (even Graydon who was without Mommy for the first time), and I was so thankful to have a good book and the best dog to keep me company.

I sure love him so much!  Here is a recent picture when we had walked over a mile.  Hershey looked tired, so Curtis picked him up, put him in the stroller, and he stayed there the rest of the way home.