We are enduring a bitter cold spell, the worst in several years. The ambient temperature is -22 Celsius and the wind chill equals about -35C.
This cold spell should abate this weekend. In the meantime I’m deeply grateful for our snug and safe little home. I’m full of compassion for the wild things which have no such safe and snug place to hole up, particularly the songbirds. So I’m compelled to generously scatter seed far and wide.
I was most grateful for this look at blue sky and cirrus clouds during our extended spell of cloudy weather.
Achilles had several teeth extracted today. He did well through several hours of sedation which is always a concern with senior dogs. Unfortunately a few more teeth need to come out; that will wait for another time.
Right now he’s resting in the bedroom, which is dark, quiet, and safe. Soon I will get some food into him while spending some time on the floor with him.
It’s Thanksgiving weekend in Canada. Along with my many, many other blessings I’m thankful Achilles did well today. How blessed I am to have this good boy!
I felt grateful today. It’s a blessing to live in a place where having a car isn’t absolutely necessary to run many errands that need running. Instead of needing to drive to the post office, dentist’s office, ATM, library, grocery store, the hardware store, and more destinations, I can choose to drive or I can walk. I can certainly walk more yet can choose to walk, which is a choice that many people do not have. I love living in my little town.
The sun bursts above the horizon, illuminating a new day. Glorious scenes like this reinforce my gladness for being alive, being able to live, witness and share.
Achilles graces and blesses our lives. I’m grateful to have such a good dog.
Life is good. It is not perfect yet it is pretty good. I have decent health, four walls as well as a roof and a bed, reliable hydro and gas, good work, healthy and good dogs, a lovely partner who is also my companion and best friend.
I have so much to be grateful for.
Relaxed and content. It’s good to be alive, to have the perfect companion, partner, friend, and a good dog.
Sometimes it seems our life is like this rough country road. Patches covering the hurts and wounds; rolling, bumpy and uneven; going through empty territory; leading to . . . the unknown.
Yet I like it. The hurts and wounds heal. The journey – through territory familiar as well as uncharted – is energising. There is always something to see, to do, to feel. Something to be grateful for.
Faye and I had to make the difficult decision to let go of our beloved Kendal. His pain grew progressively worse, even with pain management medications.
I never want to let go of a dog. Yet its the kind, the compassionate – the right – thing to do, difficult and wrenching as it is.
I miss having him on the dog bed next to the computer desk. I’ll miss his shenanigans. I still and will always treasure him, and how he enriched my life. I’ve been very blessed to know and love him.
There is a saying. ‘He’s not gone, just gone on ahead.’
Thank you, Kendal. Thank you for scouting the way. I look forward to hearing your report.