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.
The other morning, I had a nightmare. It was one of those Armageddon dreams. In it, I was in a city with a lot of big buildings, but they were old and run down. There were people everywhere, but no one I actually know. Dreamstrangers. At one point, I (and many others out in the…
In this case, the leader is the story, and I’m just clicking at the keyboard, following it wherever it goes. I have no idea where it’s going to end up. Heck, it might end up in the trash folder.
But, do you know what? I’m having fun.