Thanks, Bean, for the hug and for missing me.
I am really glad whenever you appear.
Got a call from Mom's afternoon caregiver...just before I left work.
"The dog can't get up." Oy.
(She's okay...for now.) But old (13's getting there for a large dog), and old hips and delicate back with a recent strain -- I injured her trying to heft her into the car when she was too weak after a too-long walk to make the hop. Let her rest 3 days then walked her again this morning -- another misjudgment -- poor thing.
(Changing, herewith my inappropriate choices that hurt my pooch. I KNOW I didn't mean to harm her. In her forgiving love, well, there it is...the thing about pets...). So I tucked her in tonight with pain Rx and a sheepskin on the first floor. No more struggling up the stairs for my old girl, so my room feels lonesome tonight.
I've been feeling conscious of extreme age and infirmity all around me lately. I told my colleague I was giving a ride home that I don't object, I don't feel put upon...I know it's just a chapter in life. But I find myself pretty deep in: 97 y/o mother/housemate whose dementia's rapidly increasing (yesterday she forgot her own dog had died, kept asking for her); our family friend age 94 who's getting over pneumonia and going blind; next door neighbor who's been our rock had a stroke Monday and is okay but Jolly Reaper's hanging around the block; then my sweet pooch, who's yelping right now because she's supposed to be up here!).
Beneath all that, Al Gore's acceptance speech, and the muffled news about the world scientists literally begging governments to act, so I am sorrowful for this aging neglected planet and all it faces.
Not a very jolly post, Bean, sorry! I'm not depressed, but feeling the...AGE...of things.
love
Hops
