Today is one of the first nice days for being outside at the marina. Lots of folks are down working on their boats or just messing around and making plans for future boat projects. Bryce is wrestling with a new anchor that we bought, trying to make it fit on our bow roller without scraping the gelcoat. Then he needs to mount the new life-ring on the stern rail and figure out where to put the man-overboard pole. Bryce hates these manual-labor projects and I often escape his vicinity so I don’t have to hear him complaining about them.
So I took our little Yorkie, Mitzie-Sue, for a walk down the dock to the other side of the marina. It felt good to be out in the sun even if the wind still had a bit of winter’s bite. I love to see what other people are doing on their boats- call it a bit of rubber-necking. And of course there are always people to talk to. Dog-walking always seems to act as a people magnet for other dog-lovers. Today I stopped and talked to a lady who had to euthanize her golden retriever two years ago and is still anguished by the experience. We shared our mutual grief about loving a dog and then having to watch them get old, frail and sick, and eventually having to part with them. I don’t think it ever becomes easy. We have had to do that four times over the past 25 years. It seems so unfair that we adopt our dogs as little helpless pups and in a brief span of 10 to 15 years they become old and die.
Mitzie-Sue will be fourteen in June and I know she is slowing down. She used to love to go on long walks and pull me down the street with her compact 8-pound body. Now she wants to go out just to potty and pulls to get back to the boat. She has arthritis and takes pills for the pain; she sleeps 23 out of 24 hours, it seems; she doesn’t play much with her toys anymore. I have toyed with the idea of getting another Yorkie puppy but I think it might just be an annoyance for her. So maybe I’ll just let her enjoy her life in her own fashion and cherish days like today when she seems to take some pleasure in going for a short walk and standing out in the warm sunshine. You know, maybe that is what life is really all about anyway–just enjoying what you can each day.