My best friend was born on St Patrick's Day .... so today was a happy flurry of cake baking and sauce making ... of ribbon twisting and pizza rolling ... and of course of funny over fifty cards just to frost the day nicely.
I'm a middle aged grandmother, not a teenager yearning for legal age privileges. That means that birthdays have become precious for more than the party. It doesn't mean that we are all doom and gloom, but simply that we have had a few hard life lessons as to why the here and now is such a gift that it is known as the present.
I rather expect that the kind heart who had originally adopted Bear ten years ago never expected that there would be a time when he would not be physically capable of caring for his beloved dog. But a lot can happen in ten years, and this winter Bear had to return to the Yarmouth SPCA because his human Dad had "gone to the home".
Just this week, two sad things have happened. Bear's Dad passed away. Even worse, Bear has been diagnosed as having a mass around his bowel area. Because of his age, the vet does not recommend surgery.
Does that mean its all imminent doom and gloom for Bear? At the moment he is still spry enough to need a cat free home and by all accounts one would never know he is ill without being told.
I'm betting that if today was Bear's birthday .... if the candles were his to blow out and make a wish .. that he would love to get out of the shelter.
What time is it? Its time for everyone to put their thinking caps on and see if we can't find a home where Bear can live out his remaining days in peace and love and dignity.
"Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why we call it 'The Present'." attributed to Eleanor Roosevelt