Poor Lola had visions of a long retirement in the beaches of the Bahamas and then we dragged her to a massive city. I try my best to give her the best life in her ripe old age of 18 but it isn’t easy. She needs a lot of help now, which I am happy to provide and long walks are off the table. But yesterday I saw her smiling like I haven’t for ages. I took her to the pool and Felicity’s girls treated her like royalty. Lola was one happy girl.
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