Sam approves of our move, as is patently obvious from his entire demeanor.
At the same time, I need to prepare myself: Sam is also winding down. Twice in two months he has very gently but firmly turned down a walk, on a day when he had yet to do more than head outside, raise a leg, then return inside to snooze on the sofa. He's not in pain, he still makes his feelings known (sofa = good) but I have to accept that the naps more than outweigh the constant alertness.
He's had a good life. We've made a great team. I don't doubt that we still have a few innings left... but I need to remember that we're counting down.
Now to joy: el Presidente has a little sister. Hurrah!