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Godt, men også trist å lese, Ine. Godt at han har god appetitt og koser seg på tur, men trist at han er så ustø. Det blir interessant å høre hvordan han utvikler seg når det meste av Librela’en er ute av kroppen. Håper han blir stødigere da.

…og det er ikke så rart om det kommer noen tårer når du tenker på at hunder ikke lever evig. Det gjør det hos meg også ved tanken på hvor mye kortere hunden min lever enn det vi gjør og at vi en dag må ta farvel.

Jeg kom over disse to på nett for flere år siden, og måtte lagre dem. Jeg synes de sier mye:
«Dogs lives are short, too short, but you know that going in. You know the pain is coming, you’re going to lose a dog, and there’s going to be great anguish, so you live fully in the moment with her, never fail to share her joy or delight in her innocence, because you can’t support the illusion that a dog can be your lifelong companion. There’s such beauty in the hard honesty of that, in accepting and giving love while always aware that it comes with an unbearable price. Maybe loving dogs is a way we do penance for all the other illusions we allow ourselves and the mistakes we make because of those illusions.»

-Dean Koontz - The Darkest Evening of the Year.

-“What’s the hardest part about having a dog?” they asked, their tone casual, like it was just another question.

I glanced at the worn leash hanging by the door, my chest tightening. “Letting them go,” I said quietly.

They frowned a little, waiting for me to explain. “They come into your life like they were always meant to be there,” I said, trying to find the words. “They make everything better—simpler, brighter. And you think it’s always going to be that way. But it’s not. One day, they’re gone, and you’re left with all the space they used to fill.”

They nodded, but I wasn’t sure they understood. “It’s not the messes they made or the routines you have to let go of,” I continued. “It’s the absence. You walk into the house, and it feels... wrong. The quiet is heavier. The mornings don’t feel the same without them nudging you awake.”

“So why do it?” they asked, their voice softer this time.

I sighed, glancing down at my hands. “Because the love they give you is worth every bit of the heartache. They teach you how to love without holding back, even when you know it’s going to hurt in the end. And you keep choosing that love because you know it’s one of the best things you’ll ever feel.”

R.M. Drake �� from the book ' Dog People'