I’ll never forget the day I realized that time with my childhood dog Riley was starting to become limited shortly after his cancer had come back for the third time.
It was a day that started out like any other, except Riley just wasn’t acting like himself. My mom made an appointment for him to be seen by our veterinarian and I headed off to work.
A few hours later, I got a text that made my stomach drop: “Riley collapsed and we don’t know why. We’re taking him to the emergency clinic now.”
We thought we were going to lose him, and it was gut-wrenching because we just weren’t ready to say goodbye. We wanted more time, we needed more time. We knew we would never feel ready to make that decision but damn, we were definitely not ready on that day under those emergency, panic filled need-to-make-a-decision-NOW circumstances.
Much to our surprise and absolute delight, he made it through and we were able to take him home. As happy as we were, deep down we knew that we were on borrowed time, and the end would come sooner rather than later so we treated every day with him like it was a gift.