This image is a repost of my friends, Karla and Lisa’s wonderful dog named Chico. Anyone who has ever had a dog or pet that leaves us, you know how they are feeling right now. Take a moment to hug your furry beast and be thankful for the time we have them in our lives. They give us everything they have and expect nothing in return.
Rest in peace Chico, you are missed.
As I was walking my dog this evening, on our afternoon route, (Abby determines which way we go in the afternoon) I came across this bee struggling in a small puddle of water. As I watched it spin around in an attempt to find dry land, I thought more about life and our own measurement of life.
Time is an abstract measurement we have invented in order to keep track of elemental changes over a non spatial continuum. It is denoted by numbers and/or named periods such as hours, days, weeks, months and years. It is an apparently irreversible series of occurrences within this non spatial continuum. It is also used to denote an interval between two relative points on this continuum. (from Wikipedia)
We measure our entire life by time. When we are born we are issued a birth certificate that has “time of birth”, and at that moment, the clock starts on our life. We normally do not think of this as a ticking down of time, but rather an optimistic view on how much time we have.
Time is never given back and this is what I mean about “our measurement”. Rather than measure our lives by the time we have, we should measure it by the distance we go within that time space.
Yes, I saved the bee.
I was mowing my grass in the alley when this sweet little dog came walking by. She approached me but then walked off and would not let me get too close to her. I followed her for a while, but realized she was not going to let me get near her and I did not want to make her run in front of cars.
I walked away feeling both sad for the dog and angry at the owners who have somehow let her escape. I have had my dog for almost 10 years and not once has she been in a situation where she could get out and be put in harms way. I don’t know how this one managed and I should not assume the owners didn’t do all they could to prevent this from happening.
So I resumed my yard work in the front of my house this time and kept an eye out for her but soon stopped looking. After about 20 minutes she reappears, coming form the opposite direction and she must have circled the entire block. This time I walked right up to her and she let me get close enough to grab her collar, no tags, and I led her to my yard.
So tomorrow I will see if I can have her scanned for a microchip to locate her owners. If she is not chipped, I don’t have any choice but to take her to a no-kill shelter for adoption.
She has made herself at home and to the couch and bed.