Recently life has forced me to think about aging and death.
My son’s cat Nancy was gently guided over the rainbow bridge last week, having reached old age with owners who loved her and cared well for her.
Last night my daughter’s dog, Brodie, also aged, lame, incontinent and much-loved, had a seizure from which there was no recovery.
It’s not just the pets. My mother-in-law almost made it to her 100th birthday, but not quite. Her last few years were not pleasant, but she had the good fortune to have five children who spent time with her daily until the end, which came just a couple of weeks ago.
Real circle-of-life stuff, I guess. And a reminder to enjoy every moment and use the nice dishes.
I’ve always been a gardener, and this year’s weather, plus a lot of weeding, has produced a continuous parade of blooms, now followed by a daily harvest of tomatoes and cucumbers. We’ve eaten well and enjoyed the flowers in our favorite vases.
I totally accept getting older. I just thought it would take longer!