So, today, I went to my mom's house to refresh her landscaping. I don't believe it had been weeded or trimmed in about 2 years, but what can you do. She can't get up and down like she use to, so I went out with my grandma and we tackled the weeds in about two hours or so. While I was there, I went to visit our old golden retriever/hound dog, Copper, who my brothers and I grew up with. When he was a young puppy, he was hit by a car and his front right leg was amputated. So, he has grown up with three legs. I walked over to him and he nestled his way onto my lap and I looked into his eyes and I just started crying. He looks so weathered and old and I'm not even sure why I started crying. I guess because I wasn't around him more in my adulthood and he very much so seemed to remember me and was excited to see me. He could run very fast as a young dog with his three legs, faster than you'd expect him to. And now he barely makes it from here to there. He has arthr...