Soon, we found out that Sunshine has a personality all on her own. She lets you know when she’s happy with her big, sweeping tail. Many a picture frame has become a victim to that tail. One happy swoosh, and it’s to the ground with glass breaking and a human scurrying to find the broom.
She lets you know, a lot, when she is not happy. And lately, she lets you know when she doesn’t feel well.
Unfortunately, those days are happening more and more. Since she was a rescue dog, we never really have figured out exactly how old our Sunshine Marie is.
Some days she acts older than other days. Some days we look at each other and I can tell she and I are feeling about the same way. It’s hard to get up. It’s hard to stay awake, and sometimes it’s just hard to get to the places we want to be.
As we both age, I’ve started a morning tradition with Sunshine. Every morning, I wake up, roll over to see if she’s still in bed — she usually is — and I give her a pat on the head and a kiss on the nose.
She seems to always have a worried look on her face in the mornings. She knows for the next eight hours or so, it’s her responsibility to take care of the house and get all the rest she can before I get home in the evening so she can make sure she follows me everywhere I go. I always tell, her that she has nothing to worry about as long as I love her, and I’ll love her forever.
I also remind her that God has blessed us each with another day, so let’s feel grateful — which isn’t hard to do when you have a great friend like Sunshine.