Our neighbor Annie smiled at us, and asked if we would take her dog Emma as our own when Annie passes. 6-12 months her oncologist tells her. Emma is her baby. We already have our Golden and a cat, so we said we couldn’t take Emma, but that we would help find a home for her. We’ll even foster her when the time comes. There is interest in sweet Emma. But how do we go about talking with Annie about it when Emma is all she has? Would Annie like to meet the interested person? Is it too soon? How is time, sweet time, calculated right now for Annie? What’s cancer’s own sick time schedule? What’s best for Emma now while Mom has no reason to let go? What’s best for her down the road? We know, but the timing just isn’t right. It’s too delicate. Too tender. So for now, we take Emma on walks with us. She even plays with Grace in our backyard. It’s fun for all of us, while Annie remains at home, watching TV, and drinking Coke, the full throttle version because as she says, “what the hell!”
Brad Mazon 