Life and Appreciation
This post is dedicated to Tunch and John Cole. (Google has blocked Balloon-Juice, but if you persist you will get thru.)
This is Molly.
Molly became part of our family on 5 Jan 2005. The death of her predecessor from a canine form of a human cancer on 1 Jul 04 had left us devastated. The second time our family doc suggested we visit his brother’s veterinary clinic to see if he had a dog we could adopt was on 4 Jan. We visited, she wagged her tail – vigorously, the vet spayed her and we took her home the next day.
There are only three of us – Mrs. Chief, Molly and me. Molly is closer to me than to Mrs. Chief. Scary close. She is super protective of me. When I collapsed in the bathroom on 21 Jun, Molly did not want anyone to get near me.
This applies. I have had some serious health issues in the last 3 months. I have attacked all three issues to get on top of them, but nonetheless at age 72, I realize that I am on the downhill side of life.
- I am taking hormone treatment for prostate cancer.
- twenty-two days ago I had a pacemaker installed in my upper left chest.
- Yesterday I began being treated for seizures with a med called ‘keppra.’ No driving for at least a year.
Anyway, I fully understand how John Cole feels. We lost Digger and someday either I will lose Molly or she will lose me.
Folks, push-come-to-shove, I would much rather have these emotionally tight relationships with a non-human than live a cold, isolated life without them.