The Price of Love
I've always heard that the price of love is grief. While that may be true sometimes, I'm not sure we can really put a price on love. What I get out of love is loving and being loved. Last week, my dog of 14 years died. In her last three weeks, we knew she was fading fast as her behavior began to change, and she did things that she'd never really done, like not eating. She had always been healthy with only a handful of visits to the vet her entire life, but a few months ago, we began to suspect that she had cancer, too. So, one morning, I woke up to a message from a neighbor that she had gone to her house and seemed to be stuck and couldn't get back home. She was a beagle, and even when she could barely walk anymore, she still had the urge to wander. She loved her freedom. So, my husband went over to get her, and she seemed to have lost the ability to use her hind legs. That's when we knew. It was time. T...