Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Solstice at the beach: may have been the last time
Inspired by some friends, we drove out to Muir Beach last night after dinner. It seemed like a fitting way to observe the longest day of the year, but really mostly we went so we could take Jasper, our sweetheart beloved dog who will be 13 on the Fourth of July. Jassie loves the beach.
Over the past week and a half we've been noticing something not right about his left rear leg, stiffness when he gets up, some very straight-legged walking about. Clearly the hips are not what they were. Poor Mr. Gray Beard. At least he never stops getting cuter. May we all be so lucky.
Last night at the beach there were definitely things that were hard for him, places where we worried about his welfare as we never have, knowing that he didn't have the full force of all four legs to get him out of a jam. He definitely didn't play as long or as hard. At a certain point we made the decision to leave, even though he probably had more play in him, in the interest of not wearing him out, setting him up for injury.
Back at the car, he missed the jump into the back and had to be lifted in.
Joe is undoubtedly right that this is more painful for us than it is for Jasper Bacon Trelaun. I have to imagine that Jasper himself is surprised when he misses a jump or his legs slip a little under him, although I doubt he feels sad about it the way we do, as we fast-forward in our imaginations to what we fear comes next. Nope, he just lays himself down on his big soggy pillow and enjoys the ride.
There is so much to be learned from loving an animal as fiercely as we love Jas. We truly celebrate all that he has given us and still gives us.
And now, time for a walk.