A short update on my beloved dog: he's on a special diet and a whole slew of meds, and he's still with us. My whole family is treating this "bonus time" with him, however long it will be, as a gift, and we're spending as much time with him as we possibly can. I cancelled out on the writing conference I was supposed to attend last week. Instead, my son came home for the weekend to make sure he would have a chance to say goodbye. Murphy isn't supposed to do anything remotely physically challenging, but Sunday was a beautiful day, and all six of us managed to take a very short, slow-paced hike. And as always, Murphy expressed his gratitude with an abundance of kisses.
Murphy is happy. Since his diagnosis he's been acting pretty much like himself, although with slightly less energy. He has no idea he's close to the end of his life, and he acts so normal that sometimes we humans forget too. Maybe it's a coincidence that he put us on notice last week of his illness and that we have time to do everything with him that we'd like to be able to. Or maybe it's not a coincidence at all, but instead a characteristic last gift to us from our devoted and generous friend. Either way, we'll take it.