It's hard to believe we've been blessed with nearly 17 years with this beautiful girl. Quite a life for a Labrador Retriever.
She's so ingrained in our lives that I don't know life without her.
I had just turned 22 when we took her home; a baby myself.
Waching these home movies, she's a fixture in them all. She is in the background either walking around or laying on the floor...she's everywhere. The backdrop of our life.
Her water bowl stands by our backdoor. Her bed tucks neatly near the living room wall. Her pee has stained our grass in the front yard. Her hair relentlessly travels throughout the house.
What will we do when she's not here?
I'm dreading that day with every fiber of my being.
I know it's drawing close.
Her days are spent sleeping.
She walks with a distinct limp.
She wears a diaper.
She's not the same dog we once knew.
But are any of we, as we age?
Am I the same as I was at 22? Of course not.
I look different. I act different. I think different. I am different.
We can expect no less of our pets as they age.
We're lucky at times to get glimpse of the old Roma, especially when there's food around.
She's definitely still a Lab.
As the days creep closer to the inevitable end, I'm trying so hard to enjoy the now.
Her eyes. Her soft fur. Her presence.
God knows I'll miss her more than ever.
Not too sure how I'll go on without her.