Our little Max is getting old. He's 12 headed towards 13. Just recently we started noticing his eyes getting grayer and his behavior changing. He likes to be right under our feet all the time. As I type this he lays at my feet. A visit to the vet confirmed our little guy is nearly totally blind.
He's still active as can be, but his treats take a bounce or two these days before he snags it.
Sam and Max have been a part of our lives for decade or so now. It's the blessed curse of having dogs. You only get them for so long.
Max may not be able to see very well and Sam is getting grayer by the day, but we should still have some good years left with them both. I guess it just means we can't be moving any time soon and the furniture is going to have to stay where it is!
