I've always been a bit of a slave to my pets, waking from a dead sleep as a girl to turn on a steady drip in the bath tub (had to be the bath tub) for a suddenly thirsty cat each night, so it won't be too hard. But I find myself going a little further than usual in my care of Mo. As his eyes get glassy and his legs more shaky, I am drawn to lay down by him on the floor more often or to take more short walks with him so he still feels a part of things. This is my way of making the most of the time we have together. I always took care of Mo when we were both younger, but something about being good to him now when his walk is a little off kilter and he tires so easily has made a deep impression on my heart.
Of course my heaviest thoughts are of my own parents and grandparents. Am I being as thoughtful and supportive as they need me to be as their bodies weaken? Am I spending the extra time with them, going on short excursions together since longer ones are too tiring? Am I finding new ways for us to relate where previous ones no longer apply? I hope so. I really can handle the eventual passing of my loved ones. I won't like it, but I can accept it if I can be with them the whole way. I never want to think that I missed an opportunity to make this passing as beautiful as possible for people who lived a beautiful life.
Well, when I uploaded a picture of my dog here, I really didn't plan to go this direction with my post, but I'm getting older too, and tend to say what's on my mind more readily.