Brandy is my thirteen-year-old Golden Retriever. Brandy’s business was what needs to be done after being in the house overnight. My business that morning, nearly 70 myself, was cardio-vascular and psychological, it was a beautiful October day in southern New York State.
“EVERY day is a great day,” he said.
I concurred, “Yes.”
You must admire his spirit. At his age, and at mine for that matter, nothing works quite as well as it once did. Moreover, we have less time left, how much remains is unknown. Still valuable, now in shorter supply, time is precious. So are naps. So is golfing or dog-walking or….
I returned, walked into the bedroom of my wife, Tina Su Cooper. I told her of this brief, upbeat interaction.
Tina has been my true love for fifty years, my beloved wife for twenty-eight years, bedridden the past eighteen years, quadriplegic and ventilator-dependent and fed through a gastric tube for the last eight years, and yet a cheerful heroine to all who know her.
Smiling her megawatt smile, Tina agreed, “Every day IS a great day.”