Weird Night

It's been a weird night. On my way home from a show and Chiro I stopped to check out a few people, one of whom looked injured on my street. I stepped out of the car, and quickly realized that it wasn't a person that was injured, but a dog that had dropped dead. The owner was slumped over top of the dog, sobbing, keeping it warm. I had a cell, so the son (of the lady on the dog) borrowed it to call Dad who was just a few minutes away.

The dog had apparently had a heart attack or something of the sort. He was only 3yrs old... and obviously had a loving family.

I did what I could, tried to calm the lady down a bit, but she wasn't yeilding in her lament. Hopefully her hubby had a little more luck.

I wanted to tell her that "we all have her time" but i couldn't get it out in words.... and it probably wasn't the most appropriate thing to say. Lately I've been thinking "I don't want to live forever, but I do want to make the most of the time I have."