(six months old, just haven't updated much)

My cover photo for my FaceBook page. The eyes that greet me and hold so much love and blind faith. I wish I could magic you all better, the way you think I can.

Daddy, I don't know why, but please don't cry! I love you so much! Look, I can still wag my tail for you! :D

As I stare into those pretty hazel eyes, with the soft baby blue ring around the pupils, I start to cry harder. How can I do this? I have to make the choice, to end the suffering or let you suffocate. The vet said your air passages are thickening, on top of the trachea paralysis. There's not much we can do. You trust me and love me so much. How can I do this to you? Why does age have to take you from me? I know, fifteen years isn't 'too soon' for many, but for us, it is.

His eyes are no longer this vibrant, they are greying and dying, his fur is now grey with age about his muzzle, eyes and ears. I imagine once he crosses the rainbow bridge, his eyes will be this gorgeous again. His bones will not creak, he will be able to breathe easy and his fur will be the pretty colors again too.