some days

Jack's world has grown silent.  And now it is growing dimmer as well.  Some days he likes being as close as possible.  Like one day this week.  I was tracing the quilting stencil onto a block when suddenly Jack jumped up onto the coffee table and curled up next to my elbow.

I moved to the floor for sewing and once again ... there he was, as close as could be.

Finally, wearied with all the up and down of tracing / quilting, Jack opted for my glider.

I thought to myself: He looks oh so old ... but he can still jump up onto a coffee table.  Dear, sweet Puppy Dog Jack.