Poor Rosiebear…


my Rose…

 

Correction: our Rose…

 

Our beautiful

sweet

personification of happiness…

 

…may be arthritic at 1.5 years old…

Oh, poor Rose…

she’s so pittieful 

 

(in case you were wondering, there’s still more of the “other stuff” but I can’t put the rest of my life on hold while I figure it all out…)