Rumpy’s health is on the decline.
His breathing is more labored. He doesn’t eat as much as he used to. He doesn’t have the stamina he once did.
I’m afraid he may not be with me much longer.
He is an older dog and, well, none of us live forever.
But why now?
Maybe I’m projecting my fears of the massive changes we’re experiencing on my family.
But eventually I’m going to have to go it without him, and I’m realizing I’m not ready for that day to come. I honestly don’t think I ever will be.
I have learned Life doesn’t give a shit about what you want; it only cares about how you handle what you’ve got. I am strong. I have survived many things in my lifetime, and when the day comes to say good-bye, I believe I’ll have the courage and stamina to survive that too.
But hopefully that day is not today, so, for now, I’m going to put my fears down in writing, then dry my tears and move on.