I slept in on the first day of the New Year.
That is, until 6:30.
Usually I am up by 5:30 to read and relax by the fire on wintry days.
I headed downstairs to start my day. I turned on the gas fireplace.
As I was settling in with my book and coffee I realized my dog Ginny was missing.
She was sleeping in too.
A bit unusual but I was not too concerned as she is getting older.
Finally she came down.
Her morning greeting was to throw up twice on the living room floor.
I have to take it in stride.
In the scheme of things, it was not a big deal.
She brings me so much joy.
I love this dog and that means loving her as she ages.
Isn’t that what love is? Taking the bad along with the good?
As I age I hope that I will be valued and loved.
Even if I am senile.
Even if I am incontinent.
Even if I am an embarrassment and an inconvenience.
I will still be me.
I’ll try not to throw up on the floor.