Inviting a pet into your life is an exercise in being in the now.
When I was searching for my Jack, I read about different dog breeds, and there was one section I still find troubling—life expectancy.
Jack is a Brittany, and the average life expectancy of his breed is 12-13 years. That’s not bad for a dog, I learned. Brittanys are “hardy” and “healthy.” They’re bird dogs.
For some reason, I’m distracted by this “limit” being so openly placed on my relationship. I have never entered into any other pairing with a “life expectancy.” I’m not sure what I would do if a person came into my world and said, “Let’s hang out and do things, but barring some freak accident, it’s all but certain I’ll die before you.”
Sometimes I’m not sure why I did it, why I chose Jack. I don’t like being left behind. I want to…
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