We took advantage of this Valentine’s Day/Presidents Day weekend to head out to our favorite backyard state park, where we experienced a surf-‘n’-turf Date Night, a truly memorable full moon, warm, breezy days and cool, crisp nights. It’s clear to us that wherever we go in our little home on wheels, we are truly at home, for that is where we share our hearts.
We’ve begun having longer, deeper conversations about our dog, Gunny. She’s almost 15 now, an “old lady” of a Lab, with weak limbs and arthritic joints. She’s lost her confidence on steps, so we lift her in and out of the camper. She no longer has any staying power, so we’ve developed a rapid response to any sign of pee or poop or puke. She still wags her tail and enjoys her treats, but she doesn’t devour her food as she once did and she sometimes seems lost. Our conversations center around the same concerns we had with our cocker spaniel and our teacup chihuahua. Namely, when will we know that the time has come? She’s had a good life with us, but now the bad days outnumber the good ones. Letting go of a beloved pet is so very hard.
When we lost our little Teacup, we took some comfort in this quote from Irving Townsend:
“We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan. The life of a pet seems endless until one day. That day has come and gone, and I am once again within a somewhat smaller circle.”
We know that, someday soon, our circle will be smaller. But we also know that we would live no other way.