In the beginning, but first –
About me: Retirement is wonderful …. my health is back on schedule — Choco is starting to alternately “drag” a hind leg — it’s arthritis and/or her hip joints, I’m guessing …. flowers planted …. majority of boxes are unpacked …. I voted early. Life is good. Even ole Choco seems to be enjoying retirement. We’ve moved to a one-level 2-bedroom apartment …. She no longer has to jump to the window seat to watch for me as she has done for most of her life.
I still rise at 6 am, but the first thoughts that flow through my mind have to do with the health of the 16-year-old dog that sleeps on the rug beside me. She’s managing — only her arthritis and waning eyesight betray her still seemingly spry demeanor — and her daily mission is to stay near as I busy myself with morning chores. We walk regularly. Not as far or as quickly as in the past, and often with her leaning against my knee. She sets the pace; I’ve learned to watch for signs of her well-being. I want her to experience no pain (routine discomfort is part of the aging process for all of us). Thus far, she’s doing amazingly well for a 50 pound wonder-dog who once entertained the elderly …. I will stand by her side to guide and support her as long as I am needed. After all — I would have been shredded by a grizzly bear or battered by burglers many years ago had she not stood by mine. What goes around, comes around. She has been a wonderful friend and companion throughout the years. Our ashes will someday be scattered together …. And I anticipate frolicking with her at the Rainbow Bridge and singing our favorite songs again.
To those who know the unconditional love and devotion of a beloved dog and the bond that exists – you understand, I’m certain.
