Little Elvis is thirteen years old now. He is my constant companion. He can hear a little and see a little...he is elderly and sleeps a lot so we get along just fine.
He moves when I move...his nose must still be pretty good because I can rarely sneak away. In the night time if I get up to go to the bathroom he follows me and then goes to get a drink of water and is ready to settle back down again when I return.
He and Sadie get along mostly, she is very jealous of him and will nose him out of the way. He does run and bark with her outside.
I will miss him when we go back to the woods.