Topic: Time
Another time-based message. I'm getting maudlin. Tonight, it's my dog has me in that mind frame. She was a puppy in August of 1995 when we moved into this house. She was as fast as lightning and could fly. Really. From the hall she could jump, and in the air pass through the doorway and land on the bed ten or twelve feet away without even a thought. From a stand still, she could barely move and make it onto the dining room table, which caused some consternation when we discovered she could do that. Tonight, she can barely stand. And when she does, she is quivering in pain. Back in '95, she wouldn't leave my side. Much to my wife's dismay, she's slept at my feet or curled up against my legs for most of those years. The past few months, she's preferred her own company. For fourteen years, whatever room I was in so was Ivy Dog. Today, I roused her from a nap to take her out as it had been a long, long time. She didn't recognize me. She had no idea who I was, what the leash meant, or what the command "Walk" was. It's her favorite word, next to "Dinner" and "treat" of course. Tonight, there are several biscuits uneaten in her kennel and the dinner bowl remains full. In order, she's lost her eyesight, her speed, her strength, her mind, and today finally her appetite. Anyone who understands geriatric care knows what it means when the patient has lost her appetite. I know what it means too.
Hmmmmm. Not completely hopeless. A little furry nose just poked itself into the room.
Maybe there's a few days left.
I don't think I'm going to complain about going out in the cold rain to walk her tonight. It will be an honor and a pleasure.
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day. Maybe.
- Zurf
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