Street Sign shuffled in, holding onto a wheeled oxygen bottle with one hand, and RuhRoh’s leash with the other. Cancer hadn’t beat him, but it had slowed him down. I got him a cup of coffee.
“He knows,” Street Sign said, scratching RuhRoh’s ear. “He’ll sniff my midsection and whine.”
RuhRoh put his head on my knee. I scratched his ear and under his chin. A look of pure happiness spread across his broad face. Street Sign sipped his coffee and said, “Now that’s a good cup. Who made it?” He took another sip. His expression matched his dog's.
As we drank our coffees I couldn’t help but admire how he insisted on enjoying the day.
I will try to enjoy today no matter what.
Life on Life's Terms III (c) 2016 by Ken Montrose
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