Jim,
Rowdy is living his life every day. He has no concept of "terminal cancer" or "not long to live". He knows he's here; he feels pretty good and it's time to enjoy another day.

I watch him with his grandson Sundance and I smile. Rowdy growls at Sundance every time he gets too close but every night, he and Sundance sleep next to me with their bodies touching. That closeness makes them both feel better. I rub their tummies in the middle of the night. Because that makes me feel better. Rowdy still asserts his status and Sundance still gives it to him. What a wonderful pair!

I still have hopes that Rowdy can imprint on Cassidy's next litter due September 20. That may be too optimistic. But I'm going to hope for it until there is no more hope.

Hug your kids. I hug mine every day and every night. But then I'm a mush!

Jim