My most dear and precious boy left this physical world on Wednesday, February 3rd, after defying the veterinarians’ predicted odds for seven months. He grew suddenly weak, so tired, and could no longer keep his amazing spirit inside his frail and failing body. We set him free to return to his first beloved human, Lin.A friend on Facebook mentioned, in response to my announcement, that it was the end of an era.
Weird stuff happens to me. Often, that weird stuff has to do with animals. Like the time I wound up in the ER because a cow I was hand-milking jumped into my lap when a co-worker opened her stall door and her calf ran out into the aisle. Or, the day, not so long ago…
If you have yet to read Scrooge’s story in the original … please do. It is an experience that everyone needs to enjoy, if only so they can watch the next movie version and say, “That’s not how it happened in the book!”
I believe it’s not uncommon for people to feel pulled toward things that really don’t make logical sense. Is it because we are in some way still connected to the experiences of our ancestors? Is it because the spirit of those places, objects or stories have, in fact, discovered something special about us? Have we been summoned by them? When it happens, it does rather feel like a “calling.”
Have you experienced such a calling that you can’t explain? I would love to hear about it!
…the speed with which the years pass grows more and more daunting as I age. Now well into my 7th decade, it seems like I’ve just finished putting the Christmas decorations away, and I’m having to think about getting them out again. I can remember the youthful days when a year actually felt like a year.
I think back on all of the times I have been through this. Of all my dogs, only two left me so suddenly that we didn’t go through this process of loss of appetite and dwindling vitality. I’ve done it again, and again.
And yet, I know in the heart of my soul, that I will continue to do it … again and again … until I, myself, am facing this sunset journey, and someone else is caring for me in my final days.
I will do it again and again, because the soul deep joy of loving and being loved by a dog is worth every tear. It’s worth every “please take another bite.” It’s worth every shattered heart when that final breath comes.
I’ll do it again and again, because what they give while they are here is what makes me whole.