Who doesn’t love a little joyride every now and then?
I wouldn’t typically categorize our morning commutes to school as “joyrides”, but yesterday was different. After we ran through our usual routine of showers, breakfast, and chores, it was time to secure Walter’s doggie diaper before we went out the door. As I closed the second velcro tab, assuring him “I’ll be right back”, I felt his increasingly frail little body and looked in those precious brown eyes. It suddenly occurred to me that while the weather is divine, and the jeep top is off, Walter might enjoy going for a little ride, instead of moping back to his little bed for the day. We know we don’t have much time left with him and he’s always loved the wind in his face.
So that’s exactly what we did.
I carried him out to the care, much to the boy’s delight. Just like …