What do dogs think? It seems to be one of pet owners' top head-scratchers.
Lately, I've been wondering the same thing.
During the past "dog days" of summer, our elderly mutt has appeared to be contemplating life. And if Bebé prefers relaxing in the backyard to a romp in the park, who can blame her? In dog years based on the inaccurate seven years to our one ratio this canine isn't just old, she's geriatric.
Together we've shared a lot of memories since the day I found her abandoned on our rural road, chilled to the bone as winter approached. Walks in the countryside, hugs when grandkids arrived on the scene, and confidences Bebeé always listened underneath the shady maple tree have been years captured in moments.
Nowadays, this loveable old pet struggles to empty her feeding dish. A jog to the distant mailbox is painfully out of the question. Happiness arrives in doggie treats from a caring neighbor.
The veterinarian says it's time to think about bringing Bebé's life to a close a "transition" in gentler words. Quality over quantity needs to be our primary concern.
Still, as I try to keep her comfortable, I hope for a rally an afternoon when this silly old dog races after children, tail waving like a flag. A few more minutes of delight is all I yearn for in the waning sunset.
But as I greet Bebé each morning, my hand memorizing the warmth of her fur, I know the days are short. In her eyes, I see she knows it, too.
As we share those tender moments, I can't help but wonder what my dearly loved Bebé is thinking. Sadly, I only know what thought fills my grieving heart; the hope that dogs go to Heaven.