She knows, Ashley knows. Her senses are working overtime, I think, or just working and I am watching her as she is watching me, with conviction and a sense of purpose and loss...

She lay next to me and walks on my left, always watching me, always listening for me and always wanting more from me and I give it as she gives to me: more frisbee, more treats, more walks, more chew toys, more brushing. She only wants to be a part of my life and she wants and needs to protect me and she knows that too soon I will come to an end, she knows... And never do I sit in her judgment, she does not judge, she accepts unconditionally my giving, she accepts me.