My buddy turned 14 years old on Thursday. At this point, he's still as spunky as ever, but his GPS system could use updating. He runs into things if something gets moved. He rarely hears us. We have to carry him up and down the stairs to potty. He is working on about a 95% success rate for getting to the door on time.
And I don't care. I'll deal with that as long as I need to. As long as he's still enjoying lying in the sun, sleeping next to us at night, playing with his toys, and getting excited about breakfast and dinner, I'll carry him where ever he wants to go.
Happy Birthday Bean-o! You're my #1 little buddy!!