That was lovely. It was also especially poignant as my Standard Poodle, Gable, will celebrate his 11th birthday this month and I've recently learned he has oral malignant melanoma. I'm praying that the surgery & other steps I'm taking may allow me more time with my boy, but I understand that whatever time we have left will feel too short.
I try to treat each day as a gift, and I hope that when the time comes to "hand him back" I can let him go with grace and peace.
I doubt I will have either grace nor peace when Sam does depart my company, but I will certainly be striving for it as soon as possible afterwards. Because, in the long run, when we choose to share our lives with animals, we do so in the knowledge of their acute mortality.
It's part of what I love about the process of having animals. It teaches you it doesn't matter if you know it's going to end. You go ahead and love the little fuckers anyway. Broken hearts, despite Wuthering Heights, do not in fact kill you.
I'm sorry to hear about Gable. Enjoy the time you have, my love. It's all any of us can do, or are expected to. :)
Ah, that was just too lovely and made my make-up smear. Well, if I was wearing any it would! Many happy returns to Horse!Sam.
I'm feeling the mortality of mine these days. Losing ancient Boomer in November was tough and losing my little lymphoma girl Dyna in May was tougher and now, every time 14.5 yr old Flurry coughs or sneezes (or, like this weekend, barfs), I consider it a sign that the end is coming. And, of course, at 14.5, I'm right. The question is whether that's going to be 3 mos. or 3 years from now. Sigh. I try not to dwell but sometimes it's hard not to be gun-shy.
Big or little, the fuckers suck us in, don't they?
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That was lovely. It was also especially poignant as my Standard Poodle, Gable, will celebrate his 11th birthday this month and I've recently learned he has oral malignant melanoma. I'm praying that the surgery & other steps I'm taking may allow me more time with my boy, but I understand that whatever time we have left will feel too short.
I try to treat each day as a gift, and I hope that when the time comes to "hand him back" I can let him go with grace and peace.
God bless,
Jill
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It's part of what I love about the process of having animals. It teaches you it doesn't matter if you know it's going to end. You go ahead and love the little fuckers anyway. Broken hearts, despite Wuthering Heights, do not in fact kill you.
I'm sorry to hear about Gable. Enjoy the time you have, my love. It's all any of us can do, or are expected to. :)
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I'm feeling the mortality of mine these days. Losing ancient Boomer in November was tough and losing my little lymphoma girl Dyna in May was tougher and now, every time 14.5 yr old Flurry coughs or sneezes (or, like this weekend, barfs), I consider it a sign that the end is coming. And, of course, at 14.5, I'm right. The question is whether that's going to be 3 mos. or 3 years from now. Sigh. I try not to dwell but sometimes it's hard not to be gun-shy.
Big or little, the fuckers suck us in, don't they?
Wish the big lug a happy birthday for me ♥
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May you have many more years together.
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YAY
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