Today’s NaBloPoMo prompt is about which fall tv shows should be cancelled. But as I honestly haven’t had a chance to watch a single episode of anything since the arrival of the puppy (or Doctor Destruction as I like to call him) I haven’t got much to comment about.
Knowing when to call time on something is a difficult trick: too brief and you’re left wondering what might have been, but too long and the end, when it comes, is stale.
I have been thinking about the delicate art of “knowing when” a lot lately.
Our oldest dog is pushing 11 and for some time has been experiencing weakness in his back and hips. The vet found he has arthritis in his hip joints, but also damaged disks in his back. We know that eventually, even with medication to help, he will be in too much pain to keep going. At that point, we will have to make a decision to do what is best for him, even though it brings tears to my eyes just to think about it. But until that time, we keep him comfortable, carry him up and down stairs, and let him enjoy his days with slow walks and gentle cuddles.