Soulmates

I'm probably posting so much that it's obnoxious but I just can't help but share these pictures. My old man. <3 He's going to be a whoopin' 14 years old in April. I wish he could live forever! He's so sweet. I love my Skeet Skeet. I remember when we first adopted him from the Humane Society in Ft. Lauderdale. He was so tiny and we almost got his sister too. They could have been Skeeter and Skeetette. He had to live in my bedroom for 3 weeks because he had kennel cold and we didn't want Baby to get it too, but they used to play with each other under the door. That must be why he always wants to sleep with me or have me hold him like a baby. Then he got super fat because when my grandma was alive and lived with us in Deerfield Beach she would secretly feed him food off her plate all the time. Now he is old, loud, always hungry, skinny, walks like a raccoon, and has horrible breath. But he still loves to give me kisses while holding my face.