Taking Pity on Pearl
My family has reminded me that our dog Pearl is over fifteen. After doing the calculations, I could see they were right. This shocked and saddened me. I had convinced myself, and told others, that she was at least a year or two younger. (In a similar way, I have an increasingly hard time remembering, or acting, my own age. It’s uncomfortable, on all kinds of levels, to feel time pass in one’s bones. Almost as difficult to see it in others.)
We are celebrating Thanksgiving in Upstate New York, and Pearl is finding it very cold, both inside and out. (I took pity on her above.)
Even so, she still enjoys the view from the porch.
Ah!
Though perhaps not as much as the kitchen.
On the Prowl
Some things never change.
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