My dog lays quietly on the couch here in Boston, Massachusetts, USA. We just got home from a walk. It’s an exceptionally pretty and mild day, nearly cloudless. The skies are a deep blue.
There is a slight breeze ruffling the leaves of the red Japanese maple just outside my living room windows. The leaves all seemed to burst open at once in the last few days.
Coco, my dog, was in an accident two weeks ago when a runner darted suddenly in front of my SUV and she jumped or was ejected from the car. I believe she was caught up in the back tire. Her back right leg is splinted. On Saturday we find out whether her tail needs to be amputated. She is nearly 14 years old and I carry incredible guilt because the window was down all the way and she wasn’t secured. Please pray for her or send good thoughts.
While she looks out the window, I don’t think she feels sorry for herself. She is part Australian Cattle Dog, a breed that herds cattle…a tough breed of dog, used to being kicked around.
So, we together are grateful for such a perfect mid-May day and we are mindful that, while there are others who have it better or worse, we share a great love for each other in the here and now.
Lee Sweeney Hume, a retired writer, mid-life, found her calling through volunteering. She regularly donates blood and volunteers with: a dog rescue organization, two libraries, writing and editing, advocating for gay and human rights, and entertaining her grandnieces with cookie-baking days.