Toby’s days are numbered. This summer, our sweet yellow lab developed cancer. A diagnosis of a nasal tumor has brought old age clearly into focus. I see in him stiffening bones, a listlessness at night, an appetite that sometimes is more waning than whet. But not at the beach. At the beach, with his people,…
Tag: Aging
Tender Negotiations: Thoughts on Aging and Grace, a Swimsuit-Season Reflection (Write Every Day, 26)
Swimsuit season is upon us and, thankfully, my old suits still fit. That doesn’t mean they look the same on my body as they did even last year, but they fit. That’s one less mean mall mirror I have to confront. (What is it with those mirrors? I swear they buy them on sale from…