Sometimes I refer to Oscar as my shadow. No matter how comfortable he is snuggled up somewhere, when I get up, so does he. He follows us into the kitchen, hoping for a treat. He follows me to the door, which breaks my heart. He follows me into the bathroom, which is both ridiculous and sweet.
I’ll say, “I’m not going anywhere. You can stay sleeping,” but he still follows me. My loyal little dog who loves me so much.