As Whisky's health and condition gradually deteriorate, the rare moments of what was once normality become delights. The head-butts and paw-punches that show me there's still a bit of fight in him, the bugging me for carrot sticks when the feelings of resentment in him subside enough to want to be in the same room as me. It's strange how experiencing such simple joys can bring you to tears though.
For Whisky, there are other highlights in his day. Having exhausted most of the healthy options and being at a point where we just want him to eat something, we have given him complete control over large parts of his own diet.