The Gift

In a few days I’ll turn 51 and officially segue into my “50’s”. No wonder the pre-birthday funk has descended. Oh, I’m going quietly. No kicking and screaming this year. At some point one has to simply admit defeat in the face of time’s ravages. No cream made can counteract Mother Nature’s handiwork.

I believe this is the ‘acceptance’ phase of grief.

As usual, Arthur keeps asking what I want for my birthday and as usual I say ‘a card would be fine’. I don’t want a big fluffy teddy bear, handcrafted jewelry, a new camera or even a weekend getaway.

I want another dachshund. I’ve been telling myself that one dog is enough, but finally come to the realization that I need another one. There has been a dachshund in my life for 45 years; my life does not feel complete without one.

The search begins.