Sammy is sick

And this makes me so sad. She is not quite 10, but I guess that still makes her an old girl. Every time she gets sick now I always worry. The love from a dog is different than any other kind. It's the truest form of unconditional love. She loves me no matter how I look and regardless of what I say. She is happiest when we are around.

And today she can't get up from the bathroom floor. She didn't even move to fluff up the towels I gave her. Just set her head on the edge.

I think she might finally be sleeping. I think she is dreaming of rabbits. She is young in her dreams. And in my heart.