A few summers ago the epiphany dawned on me that a dog’s lifespan is a meager one-seventh that of a human’s. I have had troubles sleeping ever since. Not because I am afraid of dying (well, maybe just a little) but to touch more lives during my stay here, however brief.
Ask the dog, anything…
Ask the Dog brewed as a doggo version of pre-internet Agony aunt. Where tired men and women, mutilated by moment or madness; love or the lack of it, could seek sane advice from the dog.
There’s an email, in particular, which bravely bares where it hurts.
Dear dog, it has been 3 years since my break up (that once-in-a-lifetime kind of love). I am in my 30s – all my friends are married and my parents are after my life. Is time really running out on me? ~ Ms. Pseudonym
Dear Ms. Pseudonym, my friend Ted who has a reputation for substance abuse and affairs, once quipped, “Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there someday. “
Wait, or was it his great-grandfather, Winnie?
Anyway, the thing is ― the time is relative.
Consider the animal kingdom, female Dolania americana mayflies go through their entire life cycle in less than five minutes – and somehow still manage to find a mate, consummate the relationship and lay eggs during that time.
You aren’t a mayfly.
Nothing that really matters comes with a warranty card (barring a dog’s love, remember Hachiko?) Heck, there can even be marriages with love missing.
Enjoy the journey, even this will pass away.
Over to you, got anything to ask the dog?