I would be beyond remiss if I did not point out that Jiggs is 13 today.
I never thought I would see that age in print. Jiggs is a big golden retriever. I thought I would be lucky to have 10 years with him. Any reader of this blog knows that I have had concerns that his end was near every day for the past year. But he never ceases to surprise me.
Some things are different. His favorite spot in the world is on an Oregon beach. But his back legs are so weak, he cannot navigate through the sand. Or so I thought. During our snow storm this past month, he dashed around like a puppy. Only the onset of the ice defeated him.
I consider this last year to be a gift from God. I have enjoyed each day with Jiggs. I have consciously chosen not to accept a year's worth of invitations merely to spend more time with him.
Right now, he is asleep next to my computer table -- ready to jump up just in case I need to go for a walk.
Happy birthday, pal.
I never thought I would see that age in print. Jiggs is a big golden retriever. I thought I would be lucky to have 10 years with him. Any reader of this blog knows that I have had concerns that his end was near every day for the past year. But he never ceases to surprise me.
Some things are different. His favorite spot in the world is on an Oregon beach. But his back legs are so weak, he cannot navigate through the sand. Or so I thought. During our snow storm this past month, he dashed around like a puppy. Only the onset of the ice defeated him.
I consider this last year to be a gift from God. I have enjoyed each day with Jiggs. I have consciously chosen not to accept a year's worth of invitations merely to spend more time with him.
Right now, he is asleep next to my computer table -- ready to jump up just in case I need to go for a walk.
Happy birthday, pal.
