Old Age... a Headlight of Love!

The vet shakes his head as he looks at my old Jeff. “He’s on his last legs!” he says, and it is painful for me to hear that.

- ROBERT CLEMENTS

“What can we do to make him comfortable?” whispers my wife, and is told of a waterbed, to look after his aching joints, and painkillers to relieve his pain, “and plenty of love and care!” We all smiled despite the sadness, because that is something we can overdose him with!

“Why are you keeping your dog alive?” asked a neighbour later.

“This is the time for him to know how thankful we are for his life.” I said, “He’s guarded our home relentlessly night and day, waited for us to come home when the children were studying abroad, and the only sign of welcome in an otherwise empty home was his wagging tail and whines of joy.”