author-- Christy Caballero
What do we do when
our loving pets face the last leg of the race? We do all we can to
help them finish well, of course. We take time to read the unspoken
needs of the friends we've come to know so well. We give the simple
reassurance of a loving touch when the old boy
seems confused for no reason.
We groom them faithfully, but more gently, as age brings muscle
wasting, and the arthritic bones aren't so well padded.
We learn to slow down for their sake, as they enjoy the scent of the
wind, or track a visitors trail across their yard.
We expect to be inconvenienced, and aren't angry when it happens.
We watch for pain and treat it, watch for changes in vision and
hearing and do what we can to help preserve those precious senses
for as long as possible.
We take care of their teeth, and make sure their food is a
manageable texture for them.
We remind them of the need for a potty walk when they seem to
We remember the little rewards. We scratch the graying ears and
tummy, and go for car rides together. When the pet we love has an
unexplained need for comfort, we give it freely. When infirmities
bring a sense of vulnerability, we become our old guardian's
We watch their deepest slumbers, when dreams take them running
across long-forgotten fields, and we remember those fields too. When
they cannot stand alone, we lift them. When their steps are
And if their health fails, it falls to us to make the choice that
will gently put them to rest. But until that is absolutely
necessary, we pause to let the autumn sun warm our old friend's
bones. And we realize, autumn is not a bad time of year at all.
Old age is not a disease or a reason to give up. It is a stage of
life that brings its own changes. Autumn can be a beautiful time of
And, sometimes, the harvest is love.