...I hoped he wouldn't cry over my death. My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy. - W. Bruce Cameron

Because failure isn't an option if success is just a matter of more effort.

When she sat on the couch I jumped up to be with her and I put my head in her lap. I could feel some of the tension and sadness leave her. I was giving Mom comfort. This was more important than going for walks, more important than helping feed the cats — it was the most important job I had. I knew I should sit with Mom for as long as she needed me.

I have tried carrots before. They are not too bad, even though you have to chew at them a lot. They come apart in bits, like a squeaky toy. And you can swallow them, just like pieces of a squeaky toy. But they are not treats. So I kept doing Sit, waiting for the real dog treat.