under the moonlight, this serious moonlight

This week's life lesson is apparently about the nature of time and mortality.

My dog, Ronon, fell suddenly ill on Sunday. I found him in the bathroom, a place he never goes except getting dragged in to take a bath, and he wouldn't leave, wouldn't move, wouldn't come when called.

Now, ( he's known for not coming when he's called when he doesn't want to. )

I feel like such a bad dog parent for not rushing him to the emergency vet, but he was tracking, he was responding to stimuli and so I cuddled him for a while and let him be. He fell asleep, then was fine and eating dinner not six hours later, so although terrifying, it was temporary.

And now David Bowie. Shit. This guy is more eloquent than I can be right now and my feelings echo Brian Eno's statement "David's death came as a complete surprise, as did nearly everything else about him. I feel a huge gap now."

Life. It ends. Do what we can with our time. I've been spending more than usual cuddling with my animals and taking care of myself. It feels good.