Today is Good Friday. It is a good day, though it is overcast and cool. It is the kind of weather that unsettles and saps my energy. But Sheba has had a couple of good days and nights now. She is herself again. I am very grateful to see my happy puppy again. She is still my baby at 8 1/2.
This morning she wanted to play. It’s been awhile. When I asked her, she gleefully ran into the sunroom for her toys. She loves to play tug of war. She growls, teasing me to take her stick. Come and get it! She is a playful girl.
You have to take the difficult times along with all the days in between. The good days are all the sweeter after the trying times. All the days make up what we call life. It is what it is.
Acceptance is hard. This I know. But still…I am grateful for this moment to be here – as it is.