Sweet boy

Some of you may know that Sandy has been ill as of late (she's a lot more comfortable now). A few days ago all she felt like doing was lying on her bed. I guess Charlie Mac sensed that she didn't feel very good. I noticed he was crawling across the room using fists instead of his palms which couldn't have been very comfortable. I watched him beeline for Sandy's bed and thinking that she didn't need to be bothered I walked over to redirect him. Well, he wasn't there to bother, but to help--inside each of his little fists was a marble-sized piece of kibble that he deposited next to her head. I am so thankful that they got to know and love each other.