As you can see, I loved the Pinky Bone, and believe me it was an amazing thing to gnaw on. BUT, this might be the shortest lesson I can share. It is quite simple, straight forward and I can express this magic in a single word – BACON!
The author dude gave me a lot of bacon today, and he scratched me behind the ears. It seems his ‘aluminum-matter’ won a foot ball game? I don’t know what that means, and what’s a foot? I have paws. But after I engorged myself with this magical delicacy, I quickly splayed myself across the cold hardwood floor, I could not feel my paws as I took a deliriously well deserved nap. I am loved.
(Author’s Note: There are no pictures of Pink Petunia devouring the bacon, because she horked it down in Nano seconds. I almost lost my fingers to our guard dog. I wonder if canine’s have taste buds – as they inhale their treats?
I don’t know, I know Pink Petunia has a brain tumor the size of a small blueberry hidden behind her left eye. It will eventually take her away from us. So, we have chosen the medication route, and not the option to carve into her skull and radiate the cancer. I want her unstressed, and calm. And I have worked hard to discipline my emotions, as dog’s are quite sensitive. I will not mention cats, felines are evil and they lack any emotion.
But, I guess we are all on a time certain destination, we just don’t know when our last ticket will get punched. So, I don’t care if Pinky gets a little heavy, or has an elevated blood pressure. If she lives the rest of her days in a blissful, tranquil state-of-mind, it would be all that I would ask for me, for my own last days. I guess I’m doing unto Pinky, what I’d want done unto me.
After God’s tap on our shoulders, I hope we all gracefully pass away – doing and being with those that we love, and die with a childlike grin and a surprised expression that it was our turn.)