I visited my grandhuman. He opens his balcony door for me here.
You also see my other human and cousin Margaret in the picture.
My grandhuman will be 80 this year. I`m one of the two granddogs he has.
I got a strong notion: it's strange how things get lost when we age,
it's the same for dogs and humans.
My grandhuman moved to his new home last February.
He`s alone, his wife died years ago. His back hurts.
They say it's hard to move an old plant.
I guess for an old human moving is also hard.
The nice river view of his new home helps.
But this is about his life, about what is left for him.
My grandhuman sais he's tired.
I gave him a big lick. And he petted me.
That's all we could do.