Lizzy’s going to die soonish. It is time to say goodbye now. She has cancer and we’ve decided she doesn’t want to be at first a three legged dog and then what?
She’s lived longer than predicted. For her kind of dog. It’s what is.
I have seen the squirrel again. Twice, in fact. Each time around eleven in the morning and on the same block of the same street. I see her dash across the street with the acorn in her mouth and in three different yards, bury the acorn. She does it whole heartedly with quick efficient strokes. I guess there’s not much doubt in an animal’s mind. They are either doing it or not doing it.