I know - blurry and grainy. Yeats is shy and stubborn, and this is what I could catch before my camera click annoyed him and he took off. I love the tenderness in her face when she holds him. In his old age he's gotten terribly fussy about his food. They have long conversations about what to try for dinner. This time, he's willing to eat. I think of how I felt towards my dog when she was elderly.