Brothers

On Stanley’s last morning, I sat on the floor with him, line-combing his gorgeous coat. George  (virtually blind and deaf) thumped past us on his way to the other end of the house. A few seconds later, George plodded past us in the other direction. George soon returned, whining. He was searching for me.

George was standing in front of Stan, and I was sitting behind Stan. I waved with one hand and thumped the floor with the other. It was enough for George to sense my presence. George looked at Stan (more accurately, his silhouette), wagged his tail, leaned in, and gave Stan a lick on the nose. Stan was thrilled, and his tail thumped rhythmically as he quickly reciprocated with a lick to George’s muzzle. George was stunned. I believe I was the intended recipient of his affection. Regardless of intent, Stan finally got some lovin’ from his non-demonstrative brother.