Stanley, one of our whippets, is getting on. We think his kidneys are starting to fail. We’re taking steps to keep him as healthy and happy as possible, and for now he is basically fine. But we know we probably don’t have that long left with him. He’s a very lovely dog so we’re steeling ourselves. Yesterday Jude said a lovely thing: that maybe our robin had come, and gone, to teach her about loss. She doesn’t mean that literally, but that doesn’t mean there’s truth in it. I know she misses her robin every day.
30 minutes early morning zazen, on the cusp of sleep at times.