Boxer

I remember when you were a puppy, such high energy as you raced to and fro.
My brother and sister-in-law’s first child…
Hard to believe how the years have passed so quickly, as life has changed while you continue to be our dog.
Two kids have grown up with you as their guardian, ever watchful protector….friend.

Lately your limp has become more pronounced, a new growth on your side is cancer’s ugly mark. Time has inevitably caught you, as it does with every living thing.
I ask when you will be put down, and Emily states, matter of fact, “ When his dog food runs out.”
I laugh, but that is the reality of it, no sugar coating.
I sometimes wish it could be that easy for us humans.
Love ya Boxer.

Soon your ashes will be here, and later so will mine. ( that story coming later…..)

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?