A Measure of Time

When Molly chows down it's an event unlike any other. She's always had a wonderfully warm temperament. One never had to fear getting to close to her as she ate. But don't let that underscore the excitement she exhibits as she settles into her meal. She has always approached every meal as if it was her last. That in itself presents a pretty fair picture as to what we have experience three times each day over the past seventeen years.

What her age has changed is her body language as her back legs have become weaker. Almost day by day she appears to be spreading out a bit more and sagging closer to the floor as a result.

The future is a little unsettling as things will not get better. But until that inevitable day, I'll continue to cherish each meal time, and the gymnastics which now have become a measure of time.

Pray on...