I still have a hard time dealing with the fact that I am going through this yet again, so soon after losing Mulan. I wasn’t ready yet (though are we ever, really?) The pain and sadness are exactly the same, as is the sorrowful anticipation.
But some things are different. I made good on a promise I couldn’t do for Mulan.
There couldn’t be a more perfect day to take a dog to Dog Beach than there was today. The sky was crystal clear, the waves mild, the pug meetup amusingly snorty. Parking was a challenge, but that is only because everyone else thought it was a perfect day too.
Upon being set loose, Emmett immediately set off to introducing himself to everyone else on the beach. And nosing through their bags. You have to expect that here.
There is apparently no greater pleasure after running through the waves than taking a sand bath and turning yourself into a big hairy shake n bake. I didn’t catch on film the part where he then shook off next to a family of four, creating an impromptu temporarily blinding sandstorm. Again, you have to expect that here. I still pretended not to know him. We came home an hour later, tired, sandy, and happy.
Eat.Play. Love. What more is there? He’s gotten it in spades these last few months. Thank god for the prodigious powers of prednisone and its ability to let Emmett feel good despite the reality of his disease progression. No matter what life brings in the next couple of weeks, I will have no regrets.