I am 60 and my husband is 72 years old.
This week, on the first day of spring, we had to put our 17 year old dog to sleep. As we were leaving the vet and placing the cardboard box containing our precious companion into the back seat I said to my husband, “We should just take the highway to Frederick to get home and enjoy some solitude for a few moments”.
Immediately we began sharing a few of our most memorable stories of ‘Kiko’ and were enveloped in a special peace as we made the journey. But just as I moved into the turning lane to exit the highway the driver in the car behind leaned on their horn and jolted me so much it threw me into a frenzy.
I would like to remind everyone out there not to be so hasty in their lives, take the time to show compassion, and try to understand that some people are going through tough times and not having as good a day as you may be