A Lifetime With Dogs
When I look at these pictures, I can’t believe how long I’ve been doing this stuff. I don’t know exactly when it started, but days, weeks, months and years, just seem to be flying by at a rather disturbing rate these days. Since I turned forty (like yesterday) I have thought about my mortality since my dad (Henry) died when he was forty eight, that was back in ’74 when I was seventeen years old.
Oddly enough when I finally turned 49, I no longer worried about that number. It’s as if I had attached some mythical importance to it that signified my departure from this planet. And that on the day of my forty ninth birthday, I was finally safe from dreaded year of my life #48. (I wasn’t comfortable just turning 48, I had to pass 48) I’ve since learned that my younger brother (Spence) is currently sharing those same worries that I had gone through.
As somebody that has spent his life helping dogs and loving animals, I have a hard time looking at these old photo’s. Not so much because I can see how I have aged over the years, but just knowing that all those dogs are gone. It’s hard for me to look at, and it make me very sad…
The Spirit Dog
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