A gentle life .
A day spent sleeping . He spends most of his day sleeping now . Not just dozing but deep , stretched out at the foot of the stairs , oblivious to everything , type sleep . There was a time when he'd leap up and rush barking into the courtyard when he heard a noise in the lane outside . Now , he can barely bother stirring himself to bark at his arch nemesis , the post lady . He's lost more weight this week but heaven only knows why . That voracious PON appetite remains intact . The kitchen , which always was a favoured place , has become the favoured place . He's happy . No pain or discomfort . The Prednisnone continuing to work miracles .Three short walks across the village green to the frog pond - morning , noon and night . A daily trip to the cafe followed by a sliver of croissant at the bakers . Sometimes a visiting pilgrims car tyres to christen . Other days a one sided meeting with Kelly . A gentle life . Lots of laughter and attention . A real family fellow . PON wisdom in knowing that : " What you seek is seeking you " .
A day spent sleeping . He spends most of his day sleeping now . Not just dozing but deep , stretched out at the foot of the stairs , oblivious to everything , type sleep . There was a time when he'd leap up and rush barking into the courtyard when he heard a noise in the lane outside . Now , he can barely bother stirring himself to bark at his arch nemesis , the post lady . He's lost more weight this week but heaven only knows why . That voracious PON appetite remains intact . The kitchen , which always was a favoured place , has become the favoured place . He's happy . No pain or discomfort . The Prednisnone continuing to work miracles .Three short walks across the village green to the frog pond - morning , noon and night . A daily trip to the cafe followed by a sliver of croissant at the bakers . Sometimes a visiting pilgrims car tyres to christen . Other days a one sided meeting with Kelly . A gentle life . Lots of laughter and attention . A real family fellow . PON wisdom in knowing that : " What you seek is seeking you " .
Those PON's - so wise.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you didn't get a puppy. Wilf deserves this time with you. :-)
May we all be blessed with such a gentle life.
ReplyDeleteIt's wonderful that he and you, can just go with the flow.
ReplyDeleteWe echo Rottrover's comment.
XXXOOO Daisy, Kendra & Bella
I love hearing that he is still enjoying his days. I pray it goes on and on.
ReplyDeleteA gentle life indeed, just what sweet little Wilf needs.
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Happy Sunday Wilfee ! Enjoy your gentle life, i send you all my love and lots of bisous.
ReplyDeleteAmitiés to you Angus, and the Font. Have a beautiful afternoon.
A gentle life. What we all hope for eventually, I suspect.
ReplyDeleteYou are just the sweetest boy, Wilf. We hope you enjoy many more days to come.
ReplyDeleteLove ya lots,
Maggie and Mitch
Wilf's journey always reminds me that it's not the quantity of life, but the quality of it that he is so very blessed to enjoy!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing Wilf's gentle life with all of us. :)
ReplyDeleteBlessings and Love,
Janelle and Maggie Mae
Wonderful to hear Wilf has the very best life can offer: gentle days with those you love. Here's hoping all of his moments are gentle.DBH
ReplyDeleteWhat a blessed life. It makes me feel ashamed sometimes of how some humans will throw their blessings away with both hands and never realize it.
ReplyDeleteMy mum will be celebrating her 88th birthday on May 24. The cognitive impairment with her Alzheimer's is now so severe she she only can move her hands and babble incoherently. Trips ito the bakery, visits to a frog pond sound heavenly. If only she was able to lead Wilf's gentle life.
ReplyDeleteDear Wilfie, sweet precious boy, we accompany you in spirit from this household and pray those long, restful sleeps are filled with only the sweetest of dreams.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we have to be content with being content. Sounds like Wilf could teach all of us a lot about how to enjoy the moment - whatever moment is ours.
ReplyDeleteSounds like the best any of us can hope for in the twilight of our journey here.
ReplyDeleteAccepting one's limitations and enjoying what we can still do is a lesson we would all do well to learn from Wilf.
ReplyDeleteI am weeping. I, too, agree with rottrover - so glad you did not get a puppy so Wilf could live out his gentle life with those he loved and, along with Digby, protected.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like Wilf's life continues to be the idyll we all dream of for our dogs. He has a special place in many hearts!
ReplyDeletei have just spent the last 3 days reading every single post on your blog,from the beginning date, in order to today. i have laughed out loud and sobbed over digby and off and on over my precious wilf. your writing and pictures have sustained me. i had a pon and didn't even know he was a pon. he could be wilf's twin. he died of cancer at the age of 13. he had the same gentle, old gentleman with the puppy inside him, as wilf. he never met a stranger. he loved chicken nuggets and if anything had gravy, he was in heaven. he was helped to sleep because he began to hemorrhage inside. it was the hardest thing i've ever done in my life. i lost him on september 24, 2010. i cherish the entries and the fact that you still have your wonderful family fellow. your writing is helping this soul, and apparently many others around the world. it's happy and beautiful in every way. thank you!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful, sweet post. So heartwarming to read that Wilf is able to be around those he loves most, secure and happy as he falls into deep, blissful naps. It is so difficult to see our pups get old, and ill, and the changes they go through. But they are still our pups, and we treasure every moment with them as you do with Wilf. He is so beautiful! I love looking at his photos and reading your posts.
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I've always wondered what PON stands for?! My dad's old beagle spent most of her days sleeping too. She was always a very well rested dog. lol
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