I took this picture when we were camping, and I’m certain Wilbur and Cherokee were glad they came with us.
Monday night, Wilbur had a seizure. It was not his first, nor will it be his last. I think the many white hairs on Wilbur are due, in part, to the seizures he has from time to time. Watching him seize is heartbreaking, as is watching him when he clumsily stands and wobbles around trying regain control sooner than his body will allow.
Wilbur is a kind, old soul, and I love him very much.