Sad isn't it?

When your mate who'se been a sidekick for 14 years starts to show signs that he might not be with you much longer. No longer leaping fences with a single bound but now I have to lift his back end into the Suzuki to go for 'sniffings' down by the river. To splash and play in the water and chase enormous sticks, (more logs really) and pretend that he's not going to give them back to me to throw again. Now he hops his front legs up into the back of the car and waits patiently for me to give him a lift. Stares at me with his big brown eyes and asks the question of me. 'Why don't I work properly?' Don't worry Peppy, I ask myself the same question , but it seems that life is like that.