Time Passages


Like another world.

Finally. It hit me this morning. I am in mourning. Not for the life we all once had. Although, that’s part of it. I’m in mourning for the passing of time. Not, the time that I’ve been discussing. That time has no meaning, no concept these days.

Another kind of time passing. The kind that catches us all in the end. The time of aging. Not so much for me, although that matters. But, for my loved ones. Even the dogs. Especially one dog.

Sophie Rose, the all seeing cocker spaniel is aging right before my eyes. She came to us when she was eight, so she was already a senior dog. She fit right in. She became my walking companion since the other dogs were very happy with one walk a day, in a pack.

She wanted two or three walks a day, just me and her.

That was fine, if not painful. At least until a senior doctor diagnosed the real issue as bursitis.

Lately, instead of going for a morning walk, she goes outside and does what she needs to do and goes back to bed. Mostly, we go for a short walk once a day.

It crept up on me. I looked but I did not see. I got nervous today so I called her vet. For basic things that seems to be what all medical professionals prefer in the pandemic age.

We talked for a good while. He asked me the usual things. She eats her normal amount of food. She drinks her normal amount of water. She seems happy. She doesn’t express any pain. Her droppings are normal.

Everything is good.

He said very simply that she is getting old. If you use the correct way of measuring dog’s age. Twelve years for the first year. Nine for the second. And, seven for the rest. She is about 93.

I don’t imagine that I’ll even be on the planet at 93. So, at that age she is doing fine.

Never the less, I don’t like it. Cockers live from 11 to about 16 years. At 16 they don’t do much but sleep, eat, pee and poop. If she lasts that long of course I’ll love and take care of her. The other dogs will stay near her as a way to protect her.

Now, I’ve made myself sad. I don’t like getting older for me. I don’t like it for those I care for.

There is nothing to be done. It’s nature.

The picture. This should be short and sweet. That dog, the one I discussed in theft hand column, and I started on her walk. We got to my go to place and I looked up.

What a nice peaceful sky. A popsicle sky.

I did what I always do and we walked on.

I did a little post production and posted it here.

Happy popsicle sky to you all.

Stay safe. Stay mighty. Wear your mask. Keep your distance. Wash your hands. Don’t travel this week. Enjoy every sandwich.

Published by Ray Laskowitz

I am a visual storyteller. I've been making pictures for some 40 years. I travel the world in search of the right image. in the right light at the right time. You can reach me by phone at 505.280.4686, or by email at Ray@Laskowitzpicturess.com or Pictures34@me.com. For a quick look at my work please go to www.laskowitzpictures.com.

6 thoughts on “Time Passages

  1. Happy popsicle sky to you all…I like that and yes many of us mourn and grieve the lost of loved ones…my last mutt is already 12 maybe older but she my best friend…we go everywhere together ☺️🐶📷👣today I was sad too I witness a deer drowning in our river…with 2 coyotes looming close…she must have slipped into the icecakes…nature can be brutal…I have that in my hedy head…soon I’ll have a sandwich 😉 hugs Ray! 🤗

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    1. It’s funny, Sophie likes her neighborhood. When I take her elsewhere she is uncomfortable. I once took her to Treme where jazz came from. She did not like it even after a friend of mine gave her some BBQ beef. Nature is tough and doesn’t care. Take care, Ray.

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  2. I have been going through the same sadness, related to others, but in particular at this time, our dog. A lab-retriever mix, she’s 12 and aging quickly. She underwent surgery to remove one eye this summer, and among her many age-related issues, she’s now exhibiting a dementia syndrome that exhibits each night, with confusion and anxiety. These are just the highlights. Life is hard right now. No kidding, right?

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    1. People blame it on 2020. Maybe. It just is a hard year. Luckily, Sophie isn’t exhibiting anything serious. I pay attention to her, well, all of them. In fact, her normal portion of food wasn’t enough so she bugged me for more. Good I guess.

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