Back in Singapore for the weekend, I made it through the night without waking at 3am, 4am, 5am- hooray.
In the morning, Jon walked Angel, went to work. Angel came back to bed, and generously allowed me to cuddle him close.
Lying with the ac blasting, curled against this wonderful old dog, reluctant to get on with a day where the sun is shining ever so brightly, I just had one thought.
Home is truly where the dog is.
To all the dogs we have been privileged to share our homes and hearts with, thank you for grounding us, keeping us sane, keeping us, whole.
In the grand scheme of life, dogs don’t live quite long enough.
But perhaps in the years that fleet by, they encapsulate the very essence of what it means to be alive. Live as presently as possible, eat whatever makes you happy, play hard, rejoice (daily), practise unwavering loyalty, and when you are given that glimpse, just love.