Tipping point

There comes a time when your relationship with your animal companions shifts. When it switches from them caring for you – welcoming you when you come home, accompanying you on walks, reading at the beach, and wandering through galleries – to you caring for them. When they can no longer run with you to the post-office, jump into the bed, or sleep in that extra hour (or two or three) because they move slowly and with care, or need to get up – to go out, drink water – and you change to accommodate them. Because they have been so good to you for so many years. And you love them. It is a natural switch, not a sacrifice. One you realize only after you have made it. For love. For friendship. For grace. Every day.