My Dad sent me these pictures this morning. My Kenzie, age 14, playing in the snow.
I don't think I've mentioned it on the blog because I have a hard time getting the words out BUT, in mid-October, Kenzie's vet gave her yet another death sentence. We were warned that her time is limited (um, HELLO, her time has always been limited!). How much time, we asked with tight hearts, knowing that no human can really answer our question. A few weeks to several months they told us. Need I point out that it's now mid-February? She's winding down, yes, and her legs are slowly giving out on her. Yet here she is......deep in the throes of another winter....spriteful and as beautiful as ever in the snow.
My Kenzie Snooter. Always defying the odds. Still amazing me. In her old age.
In her old age! You can't imagine how happy it makes me to type those words.
In this picture, I can still see her 4-month old puppy face!
Kenzie, hang on another week and a half because Mommy is coming to give you some love!
I miss you, my first baby.
This is Jada, Kenzie's "bestie". I hold her largely responsible (along with my parents, saints that they are!) for keeping my Kenzie alive and well. Jada always keeps Kenzie company and loves her as only another dog can.
Thanks, as always, Mom & Dad!