my dog, George.

George, come on big guy, lets put you in the car. We'll go for a ride down River Road. I'll even put the windows down so you can catch a breeze. Just how you've always liked it. I know you're not interested in walking the Anchorage Trail anymore, and that's okay, I'm not mad. You're not letting me down, George. It really is alright; I only went to the trail so you could get some exercise.. I mean I liked going.. but just for you..

I've noticed you've been sleeping a lot more than usual. And yesterday, you were almost too tired to even want to eat. Don't think I'm mad George, it really is alright. I promise you I'm not upset. Don't think I'm mad at you for leaving your bowl full so Henry could eat twice as much. If you're not feeling it, you're just not feeling it. And you do like to sleep now. And that's fine. Whatever makes you happy is all that matters. I'm fine. I'm fine with that.

We're going to go for a nice drive and you're going to take a long nap. You won't be blind anymore; you'll be able to see everything you've been missing out on for a few years now. You won't be covered in tumors anymore, boy. You'll be able to walk freely. You're going to feel good, George. And it's all going to be alright, I promise.