Dogs and where does the time go?

Grossly overdue on grocery shopping, this afternoon I found my way there via my ex(first) accompanied by my youngest son. So good to see him. Damn good. He is 12 and actually likes school so far this year. Amazing. He is a great kid with a great heart. We had a blast talking nonsense of all sorts as we weaved in and out of isles. He grabbed some light bulbs for his mother. Told him I would pay for them. After all they were my ride there and I was buying 12 light bulbs already, what is 4 more? I told my ex when we rendezvoused at checkout that it was the least I could do for her. I also told her it was the most I could do for her. (insert devilish grin here). She laughed.

On the way home I told her and my son of Mary, my neighbors and her ill dog(see prior post...I need to learn how to link here...oh well). When I finished telling them that sad story my ex told me Max was not doing too good.

Max is a dog we got way back in late 94, not long after I sobered up. He is acting disoriented and one eye has gone blind. He is not very active at all anymore she said and much of the time has to be picked up if he is to move at all anywhere. It's like he is not aware of anyone around him. Very undog like. I said it sounds like he will have to be put down soon. She agreed. I reminded her of what happened with our first dog and how he suffered too long. She promised not to do that.

With eyes full of tears I hugged my son for a long long time, not wanting to let him go. I asked him to pet Max for me. He said he would and his eyes now mirrored mine. We said our goodbyes and I went inside and cried.

Where does the time go? I blinked and Max is an old dog and ill.

This weekend I am going to go out of my way to see how Mary, my neighbor and her dog are doing. I may even flippin knock on her door if I have to. That will be a first.