Now given everything these little guys have stacked up against them, you would expect a pair of decrepit fur mounds withering away in agony but this is far from the truth for Godfrey and Donovan. See for yourself.
The cutest, pinkest nose I have ever had the privilege to Eskimo kiss.
These wise, old eyes always communicate a subtle ever-knowing intelligence that makes me wonder just how much we underestimate them.
Happiness is a warm sun patch...? Donovan seeks out a beam of sun and lets out a final yawn before retiring to his 6th nap of the day.