I expect a lot of good things to happen this year: we’ll finish the addition to our house, Everett will finish with preschool, Oliver will come out of first grade a voracious reader and enthusiastic artist, Harrison will successfully compete in school-league soccer. I also expect some bad things: our property value will continue to drop despite our renovation/addition, work will become harder to get, clients harder to keep.
But the one thing I keep coming back to is that I think this is the year our oldest dog Sadie is going to die.
As sad as that is (on so, so many levels) what makes me smile is that the boys have totally fallen in love with our dogs in the last year. Never have the dogs had it so good — hugs in the morning, rub-downs in the afternoon, sleeping at the foot of someone’s bed each night. Sadie will be 15 this year but I swear when she’s getting attention from the boys she wiggles like a puppy on a Sunday morning.
Yeah, she still has trouble getting up even the slightest of rises, and yeah, she’s got all sorts of lumps but man — is she ever happy when one of the kids has got an arm wrapped around her neck and whispering some secret into her ear.
I guess you could say that the good thing that is going to come out of this is I’m not the only one that’s going to miss her.
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What beautiful reflections on your life. Sadie must be the doggie
looking right at you. It is almost as if she knows the moment is right now. Wow, fifteen years old and still having puppy energy. That is a testament to all the love you have in your home!
I love this…it brought a tear to my eye yet made me smile. Great writing.