His world is usually small, dark, and confusing now. Arthritis weighs down his 18-year-old bones, and dementia clouds his mind.
But today, the pouring rain washed the fog away.
The moment he felt the water, his soul remembered exactly who he was. He didn't feel the pain or the confusion. He just felt the joy.
Watching him splash is a beautiful heartbreak. For a few precious moments, he isn't a sick senior dog. He is your happy puppy again, completely free. Cry all the tears you needโthey are full of pure love.