Your last day has come. And how will you spend it? A trip to the ocean, a feast with friends? Will you hurry through a list of someday-maybe’s, or will you savor the last drops of a drink that is sweetest at the bottom?
This past Tuesday morning at around 3:45am I sat next to my beloved retired guide dog, Achilles, as he took his last breath. I’m not a big crier, but I shed more than a few tears. We were outside the house on the side of the driveway, near some trees. I had taken him out after he’d had an accident