Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on April 10, 2018 by Jan Wilberg
Blue-washed thick-iced eyes
Morning needles, black X’s
Puppy shadows dim
Category: Aging in Abundance, WritingTags: dogs, end of life, Old Dogs

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What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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I have a 19 year old MinPin..his eyes glow blue from his cataracts, he has arthritis and grumbles and groans whenever he stands or lies down..but he is still so excited to see us whenever we walk through the door, and he still eats with gusto.