Sweet old doggie

My dog. Honey, my golden retriever, looking rather thin and gray, remembered me. When mom is back, there is no whining or barking, you sit for your dinner, you don’t pull the leash, and you don’t run away when the grooming brush comes out. She is kind of daffy though. I wonder if she isn’t a bit senile or deaf or something. She doesn’t retrieve like she used to (she mostly runs after the toy and keeps on going)! I am truly concerned that she waited for me to come home before she succumbs to her age. She is lively but has some tumors that may eventually wear her down. I need to brace all of us for the reality that she can’t be with us forever but for now, it is nice to be with her again.