My friend Esther asked me to take some photos of her and Alfie before he dies; he was just diagnosed with cancer. Although not quite his usual peppy self (he's only six), he perked up to go for a walk, and was clearly delighted to be strolling down the street with two ladies. In these photos, you can see he kept glancing back at me to make sure I was still there.
After our walk, he had some water and then flopped on Esther's bed - a newly permissible lounging space - and was so sleepy, even his tongue looked exhausted, sprawled out on the covers.
p.s. I like how nicely Esther's dress matches Alfie's pink tongue!