one of my dogs is dying, slowly slipping away

and sometimes it aggrevates me that ishould have to clean up her pee

but when i stop complaining a thought comes back to me

” you are privileged to help something else, the pee isn’t coming from thee”

she has been the sweetest dog, rescued from the street and all she really wants to do is lie in the sun and sleep

i should be so honored that the Lord gave me a friend that never turned away from me regardless of the mess i was in

imagine having a companion who never asked for much, and few crumbs from the table and the occasional loving touch

we would all do well to live a life like that, always in a happy mood no matter what life throws at us next