We've had a quiet day of recovery for R (from the teeth being extracted) and PT for my spine. R is very good at finding the softest and warmest place in the house when he wants to snooze.
As always, I try to do the things that make me happiest regardless of what's going on in the rest of life. Shyla and I were out at sunrise. I find myself wondering what she knows. I've read about how dogs know about disease progression far before we do because they can smell it.
She stood on one of my favorite sunrise perches where the warm sun glow hits her and the snowy mountains are on the horizon behind her.
Never is the brevity of life clearer than when we know that our pets potentially have a disease that can be quickly fatal. It makes me want to find joy in each day but that is hard so early in the progression. It feels a bit like deja vu, because K was diagnosed with cancer around the same time of year.
Thank you all for your support. I promise to find my way to happy posts soon!