My stalker

I cannot leave the room without this guy following.  If I close a door, he waits patiently for me to open it.  He literally lean against me when I lose my balance and keeps me upright on wonky days.  On painful days (like the past few days), he snuggles when I need it and just watches to make sure I’m ok.

Or maybe I’m giving him too much credit.  He’s a goofy ball of love. Good boy, Victor.

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