Nuts and the relentless march of time

It seems that I lurch from happiness to sadness, like a light switch being flicked on and off. The exhilaration of running Zev, the excitement of Marc and Mister Bigs making the Great Britain Team is more recently always tempered by the relentless march of time and its effects on Nuts.

After my bravado about how well Nuts has been doing ...The Nuts Strikes 12 - Blog Posting and Puppiesfrom-hunting-to-waiting-game - blog posting  time decides to march on....and I am like King Canute trying to hold back the tide, I have tried and failed abysmally to stall the march of time. 

As Nutsey's legs wobble and he looks at me in confusion, my emotions too wobble. I feel as if I need the equivalent of AA an anonymous meeting, where we who love can wail at the injustice of it all. But as I type this, I realise that the biggest injustice would have been never to have had the pleasure of Nutsey being by my side.

So I as hundreds and thousands of others will try to ensure that what time we have is special, I have warned Marc that if we can't get him up the stairs at home then we will have to sleep downstairs. The puppy plans may go on hold for a little while.

It has been a shock the deterioration in less than one week from enjoying his walks and bimbling about, to walks, chairs and stairs being too much. Hence the emotional post as today's walk was surreal and empty with me and Zev so very lost without Nuts with us.  Along with the guilt of leaving him at home, as in Nutsey's mind, he can still do the walks. Rivi is fortunately in her own Rivioli world and seemingly oblivious to the changes occurring.

The time is to indulge and not think about tomorrow, but enjoy the precious bitter sweetness of the todays......