CFN – A boy and his dog. As I approach my own 49th birthday which for some reason I’m feeling is very very old I’m going through the process of dealing with the end of probably the deepest relationship of my life.
I brought Melly home when she was 7 weeks old. In these days of shrunken family units and the seeming inability for people to sustain relationships Melly has always been my rock as dogs are to countless millions around the world.
I used to bring Mel on first dates. I know, crazy, but Rotties “know” things about people from their years of being protective.
When I brought her home I really didn’t think about how short Rottie’s lives normally are. I knew my friend lost both of his under the age of six; but who really thinks about that when you have a bundle of puppy in the crook of your arm with that little nose and face looking up at you?
Mel and I have been very very lucky. She’s 12 now and sadly starting to really show it. She’s starting to limp. She has some cysts and tumors that we’re going to have the vet deal with. She sleeps more; but she still loves her food and her little brother who no matter how much he pesters her still ends up snuggled in the crevices of her body.
She’s been with me through death and divorce. She’s been there on the darkest of days and nights only asking for her hugs and cookies, and the occasional cheeseburger.
I now make her food from scratch. She gets her glucosomine. She has the best vet in the world, Dr. Debbie Nash, who has been taking care of her since she was a puppy. No more chasing balls or squirrels although she still will dart after one and then pay the price.
When I take her out she’s not in any rush; sometimes she just stands and smells the wind. She’s smart as she will want to go out because she knows she gets a treat when she comes back in.
Her aging has made me aware not only of her limited days, but of my own. Sometimes in the dark I rest my hand on her side (she’s a cuddler) and feel her breathing realizing that one day she won’t be there to reach out to.
Time is the only thing we can’t buy on this tiny planet. Mortality is always there no matter who, no matter where. Sometimes I think our pets short lives are there to teach us lessons of our own mortality.
She’s been a huge gift of life and I’m blessed to be able to make the time to cherish the moments I have left with my furry friend.
I know in this world with so many huge problems and much more important issues than this little story that’s but a drop; but how many of us take our pets, family, and friends for granted only to be stunned when they are gone for whatever reason? How many of us have to work crazy hours and neglect the things in life that matter most?
So today; if you’re still reading this at this point maybe think about those you care about most and ask if you’re spending enough time with them because one day they or you will be gone.
Life is short.
And if you’re looking for a pet please consider adopting or rescuing a senior. It will enrich your life and help them when they need it the most.