Molly's eyesight is starting to go pretty fast. She has got cataracts and she is having to rely more on her sense of smell as her main guiding force. This morning when we went on our morning walk and on our way back in, she missed one of the front steps and face planted into the side of the remaining step.
A lot of the time when we are out, she will stay in my hip pocket I think to make sure I am there with her. I per her and scratch her ears to provide the assurance that yes, I am indeed there for her and always will be. She has been there for me during all of my hard times and I will be for hers as well.
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