All Good Things Come to an End

Cause everybody dies, but not everybody lives

Every night when I return home from walking my 13 year old dog I let her off the leash at the front gate before we head inside. Not once has she ever tried to run outside the perimeter of the yard; not even if another dog passed by, she would simply bark. Tonight I realised just how old she was getting. My poor puppy walked out the front gate while I was unlocking the door and started off on the walk all over again. I ran after in a panic, unsure if she would attempt to take off suddenly. When I caught her and turned her around she looked up at me in a daze. That's when I realised she had no idea what she was doing.

I know her time is almost up and I want to spend every moment I can making her final time here happy even if she doesn't remember much of it. I can't remember a time when she wasn't in my life and she will be missed greatly when her time finally comes but all good things come to an end. Sad as it may be, tonight made me realise I need to take a new lease on life too. I do not want to die one day having not achieved what I wish I could have achieved. Life is too short to waste a moments time.