As if I didn't know already...

This morning a neighbour saw me climbing up the stairs to the second floor carrying Vincent in my arms:

“Why do you carry him? Is he sick or something?”

“No; he’s just old and stairs are hard for him.”

“How old is he?”

“15.”

“Oh, dear, now each day is like a gift for him.”

I know it is for me but I wish she didn’t put it that way.