The Dog and I have been making the trip to Whitefish Animal Hospital every 2 weeks since March. His leg is now in a "soft" wrap. He should be a normal dog after today's visit.
We have gone through a multitude of different color casts and wrappings. He has tried to chew everyone of them off his leg.
I am bored with it all by now. We adopted a new Kitty and she is the new thing for now. We are up to 2 cats and 2 dogs. I guess that is enough for now.
Last Monday, a friend of mine passed away. He was 55 years old. What is notable is his age. Tony had been clean for over "10" years. He worked in the Chemical Dependency field. He led a good life since cleaning up and he died too soon.
Did "Fast Living" earlier in life catch up with him; the very thing I am apprehensive about? Tony’s passing has me thinking again, thinking too much.
Right now, depression being in check, I want to live.
Recently I began to wonder about how long I have left. In general, one would not start so early. I am after all only 51.
On the other hand, considering my lifestyle until 5 years ago; I may have burnt the candle. So I wonder about death. I do not fear it on the whole. I do think about the things I will miss having departed too early.
I wish I could turn back the clock a little. Most probable I would do nothing majorly different. I would just not do it so long. Then my body would be in better shape. An acquaintance some years back used to say, “If I’d known I was going to live this long, I’d taken better care of myself.” I see it as the flip side of the phrase, Live Fast Die young………. ………have good lookin’ corpses. Then we live past having a good lookin’ corpse.
Yep, I wonder how much shorter my life will be?
