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Our Beloved Pets Final Days
Careful not to use too much of a human approach…
Despite all to the contrary, today threatens to be a fine day.
After all, it’s Friday, not going anywhere either. Sitting still, as if my next breath can choose to engage me, or not, and who cares? There’s a feeling of freshness, one I can behold, and one I can extend a sense of gratitude to.
When this happens, we take note, as these moments seem far and in between.
Predictably, as with almost every other day, there are events unfolding here in the house. We could say it’s the human reality.
Max, our fourteen-year-old beagle not doing well. On his last legs potentially. He may hang on there but in a much more slowed down version, then again, he may just determine that it’s time to go. A dog near her or his end will sense something. I mean besides a physical agony. I believe they can feel it ending.
Mother Nature has her ways of keeping us informed. I’m not sure that the human method of sensing death is the best. An animal, it’s just much more straightforward, not a lot of beating around the bush.
Seems to me this is the way to go.
Not making myself very clear. I cross a threshold from blurriness to clarity for moments. It’s then I have…
