Loki has settled in here, sleeping on his bed for the first time in the bed's history, climbing downstairs to slumber by the door, now padded in luxuriuos silk, sometimes even sleeping on the futon, too tired, too old to bother climbing off. Or perhaps just too deaf now to hear.
I sometimes massage his hips these days, and he will piroutte around to get the other hip, seeming faster with every turn, the spin cycle of youth underway.
It's hard to imagine, but not too long off in our history we were the lucky ones, the few, the wise to make it to 84. More recently, dogs learned to live among those who had learned to live longer, and so lived longer, in greater domestic accord, as a result. But it's within relatives I've met lifetimes that the life of humans were hard ones, dogs harder. Even then, our relative comfort and civility was the rival of the world.
And now even our pets are overweight.
Michael had the best analysis of why Americans are fat - means we have a lot of food to eat.
And that, even for most of the world, is still a luxury.
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