of last night . . .
Buddy is too old to jump into bed anymore, so, when he’s here there is a huge nest of a dog bed, blankets, and comforters (yes, plural) into which he nestles to sleep. I go to bed before the dogs or Kenny. Last night, I remember vaguely opening my eyes and seeing Kenny lifting almost 80 pound Buddy and putting him in bed with us.
Moments like that remind me why I married him.