Somethings in life always keeps hope alive. Dexter's love for life is one of them for me.
He is now 11 years old. Over the past 3 -4 years when Labradors his age started hobnobbing with old age, Dexter still was in his best costume of health. But past 4 - 5 months Dexter was battling with arthritis and bladder problem.
Things which are part and parcel of old age started weighing my family down like any family which has a ageing member.
But what keeps us going is Dexter does not believe he is unwell or aging. He still tries to run and catch the cat on his good days. He still wants to snatch the blanket from me when I am sleeping.
Only our reactions now differ. Earlier his naughtiness would make us laugh earlier and now his naughtiness and lack of it brings in tears.
Life is passing by, finding it difficult to catch up and living the moment without touching pain is out of my grasp.
So only thing one can do, make the hugs tighter, the kisses longer, the words sweeter, the touch, more gentle and hope more stronger.
