Time and Stoicism
My dog Bodhi is reaching the end. His back legs, so powerful in driving him in sprints around the yard or on those mad dashes out the open door and down to the beach for a swim, are betraying him now. In the morning when it’s time for him to go out I need to lift up his back end so he can walk slowly to the back door to go out to relieve himself. Time is catching up to him at the end of his thirteenth year.