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20 August 2009 @ 12:28 pm
poor James showing her age  
James is now 16-1/2 years old, and I've had her 16 years.

Vets say her age is equivalent to about 80 in human years, same age now as Dad.

It seems like she's always been mine, because she loves me so much, and always wants to be with me, even when I travel.

Since summer began, she's been losing weight and seeming frail, and I've been trying to pamper her a little and stay home with her more.

She keeps trying to say and show that she's fine, but I know she senses her body is aging, and when she hugs me or I carry her, she feels so light and delicate. We both feel a deep sadness because we are reminded she must die someday.

I keep thinking of this, and I almost faint when I imagine her not being around. It's almost like a dream, because when I snap out of it and remember she's still here, all I can think of is going home and holding her and never letting go.

Here is a picture I've shown before on this journal, of James in the car after a long hike with me in Louisiana in early 2008: