Currently he has a touch of arthritis and a persistent case of diarrhea.
There is a fogginess in his eyes of brown.
In our home he has hundreds of names, “Anubis, Nuba, Nunu, Nubanana, Nubanu.”
He tolerates the kisses I plant on his brow with aplomb.
No one loves this old man more than I.
He still lunges at full speed after flocks of geese and squirrels.