My Life Model - Part 2
Ansa calculating the years in her life and the life in her years.
You couldn't make this stuff up. Here was I writing yesterday about my dog Ansa and the beginning of her life with me and......
I was out and about with Ansa later on yesterday when a truck pulled up beside me with a couple in it.
"OMG!!" the couple shrieked in unison. They pulled over to the side of the road and clambered out of the truck.
Yes, it was the couple from way back - 9 years ago now - who had been ordered to surrender all their dogs due to neglect and a form of benign indifference to the needs of their 12 animals.
"She should be dead by now!" was the next enlightening comment as they surrounded Ansa who clung to my ankle bones and winced when S, the male of the couple, put out his hand to touch her.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well," said K, the female of the couple, "We got her when we met, she was 6 weeks hold back in March of 1999."
Back in the day, S hadn't a clue as to how old Ansa was when he dropped her off on that dark and stormy night of May 2004. My vet had estimated she was two or three years old at the time. S is not, by even the wildest stretch of the imagination, a guy with the elevator running all the way up to the top of the building. K, on the other hand (he is her fourth husband) is fairly alert and together.
So that makes my lovely girl 15 which is not very likely for a mainly border collie mix, the average life span being 12. The rare ones have lived to be 15.
We left the KS couple rather quickly, Ansa and I. In unseemly haste you might say.
"She's a bloody miracle!" they shouted after me. Well, yes.
But when I look at her now, my heart flutters a bit.
How many more days, will I have her?
I don't even think in years anymore.
And maybe that's another life lesson from my girl.
A day at a time.
That's all any of us have.