Human beings do not appear to age as well as dogs. Dogs seem to accept a lot more about what’s going on. So, for that matter, do cats. The hard part is for the humans who love them to recognize that old age and death come for our four-legged friends, and that the grieving process can be sometimes unbearable even as we experience gratitude for sharing life with that animal. So this, from the Washington Post, about an old dog named Harry, and his gentle journey from this place to that.
Harry was a very fortunate dog because of the people who loved him, and the people who loved him were fortunate because they had Harry.
And I think of what may just be my favorite prayer: “Lord, help me to become the man my dog thinks I am.”