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Monday, September 11, 2017

I never understood why Sparky was so impatient outside.

All the time, he pulled the leash and went ahead of us as if in a permanent rush.

Every flower had to smelled, all bushes sniffed, all trees ...... 
Some things are better not said :)

I guessed that this was his temperament, active, agitated, full of life and wanting everything now.

But, with his recent sickness which unfortunately will lead to his end sooner or later, I had a different perspective.

Dogs live less than humans. I always hoped that Sparky will live at least until 10 years old. It will probably not happen. Each year that they have is the equivalent of a few human years. The first year counts for probably 10 human years, the second for 7, so on. I assume that his last year could be translated in 5 years of mine.

Going from years to days, each of Sparky's days is 5 days of mine. Now if you would know that each day of yours is actually 5, would you walk slowly or very fast? Also, if you would have at least a suspicion that this is your last year of life, how would be your life? Calm or agitated? Intense or slow?

So I got his rush now, given the situation that we were in.

And I no longer tried to temperate it during our walks. Did he want to go fast? No problem. Did he want to cross from left to right and back from the right to left? No problem. He should do anything that he would like to do in his remaining time.


this is not Sparky but still cute

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