A Day

What a difference a day makes.  This photograph was taken in the den.  The pillows were removed from the living room and the botanicals added there.  For fall. These pillows were made for the den anyway.  I flipflop things around seasonally.  Less so these days.

The den is a warm place. I am painting here now - watercolors.  Soon it will have some of lthe paintings up.  A cozier look.  Maybe a few seacoast things.

The dogs are where they seem happiest ~ snoozin on the sleep sofa. When I took this photograph just the other day, the dogs seemed fine.   The lower dog, age 10, now has hematuria.  Tomorrow the vet will tell us what to do.  Other than that, she is perky as ever.  A bit thinner than last year though.  The animal folks use the word, 'geriatric.'  Personally, labels are so passe.  That one sounds moribund.  She has a little condition.  I am hopeful it will be resolved very soon.  I want to concentrate my time on enjoying the present.  Now.

I enjoy thinking about my buddies.  Loving them, nourishing them.  Being a part of their world, and them in mine.  I am more than gratitude for them.

And they have personalities. The other dog likes being high up.  It isn't a Napoleonic thing as much as it is that she has come feline in her.  Surely, the blood lines crossed somewhere. She thinks she is Molly, the cat.

My little buddies are best friends.  The smaller one atop the sofa plays the role of mother.  Always nurturing. Competitive.  Nervous. She is also the QUEEN.  The larger one is the younger by a year.  She is the affectionate one. Clueless, too.  And strong.  The fullback.

It is hard to see them getting older.  They are a large part of my world.  Easier here in New England.  The worst part about all of this is that sometime there will be just one of them.  I can't imagine how they will manage without their buddy. Or how I will manage without them.

They are behind me snoozing.  It gives me a lot of comfort.  For now, as always, I will take it day by day.  What a difference a day makes.