A Moment Of Grace: Part 4: Epilogue

Grace is a powerful thing. The dog recovered. We all did.

It is now “day 41”. Elderdog is as chipper as a dog its age can be. This particular dog has never gotten many treats. Its stomach isn’t great and I’ve therefore kept it on a healthy regimen. However, I’ve declared it gets one nice treat per day (often a meatball). Forever. As long as possible. What began for medication delivery continues as a daily ritual. The dog deserves it.

When my times comes, I hope people care for me as well as I care for my dog.

Healthwise I’m probably running at 5/8^th power. (Mrs. Curmudgeon would laugh at such precise estimation. I’m such a nerd.) Whether it’s 5/8 or 100%, I appreciate anything better than “crushed”. I’m very glad to be up and about.

Mrs. Curmudgeon got much sicker than me and thus the trajectory of her recovery is slightly slower than mine. I’m relieved we didn’t bottom out in our respective illnesses at the same time!

I fret a little over the “lost month” but it is what it is. Perhaps the whole point was to “let go”. I’ll never completely know. Predictably, as soon as old issues were shifted from my shoulders, new ones started accumulating. For example; I have a memorial to attend for the man who died on “day 1”. But I have a better perspective.

Also, I need to go fishing. It seems important.

Of course “letting go” means things “go”. The homestead is a disaster. There are no chicks this year. No piglets. The lawn is feral. I’ve somehow accumulated a few broken home appliances and a leach field plumbing issue. In the grand scheme it doesn’t matter. It was a hard spring but it might be a good summer.

Good luck folks.

A.C.

P.S. I’d like to urge folks to click over to Chant du Depart who posted Requiem pour Ma Chienne. My little tribulations are tiny and insignificant compared to the story of Requiem pour Ma Chienne but it inspired me to share my lesser story. It was one more reminder to be thankful for the moment when things could have gotten worse but didn’t. I hope I’m not tarnishing his far more poignant experiences with my silly little concerns.