I am pretty sure Thor used the 15th of his 9 lives this week. It’s been a rough one for him (and us) but he’s doing better today. He’s 19, diabetic, deaf and now apparently has kidney disease. We’re now trying to prioritize quality over quantity of life for him. Today, I brought his favorite toy (a stuffed can of white claw) to him where he was laying and then went to my bedroom. A few minutes later, I hear him howling and getting closer. He walks up to me, looks up, and drops the toy in front of me.

Send happy thoughts to my buddy, please.