Life's Still Good

I like having Sheba around, even if the spoiled little girl does take my favorite sleeping spots sometimes. My dads say they're starting to worry about me a little. I'm almost 8 years old and I like to sleep more than I used to...I can't get enough naps, it seems. I just love to lay in the sun and snooze all day. But now they make me wear this little T shirt whenever I go into the back yard to sunbathe. See, I've got cancer and had surgery a while ago to remove a tumor and still have these little blood blisters that pop up on my belly and the doctor told Robbdad that they most likely were caused by too much sun. She says the best thing would be to never let me in the sun again, but that would be so mean, so the second best thing is to make me wear a shirt outside. It's not too bad...it covers my back and most of my belly and isn't too hot. Sometimes I keep it on when I come inside. They seem concerned because I don't always hear when they call my name anymore and I agree that my hearing isn't what it used to be, and on some mornings, it's harder for me to get going and I'm a little stiff. Just today, Robbdad was on the floor with me, petting and hugging me while I washed his face and hands, and telling me how sad he'd be when I went away. I don't quite understand that...I'm not planning on going anywhere, but maybe I didn't hear all he had to say. I'm so happy where I am, I never want to leave. Robbdad says that, for the first time, I'm older than he is, but I don't know what that means either. Sometimes he cries a little and says he doesn't want me to ever leave, and all I can do is wash his face for him and try to make him feel better and make him know that I won't ever leave. I'm almost 8 now, I have cancer, I'm starting to lose my hearing, and I like to sleep a lot more, but I'm still so very happy and I want to stay here foever. Nothing makes me happier than when Robbdad and I go on a walk, just the 2 of us. I love going on long long long walks, on the streets, in the park, or in the desert. Sometimes we walk fast, sometimes we just take our sweet time and might stop and lay in the grass and talk for a while. No matter what, I sure love my daddies and my home. And my little sister, Sheba, is ok. Most of the time.

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