Last night, at 1:30 am, Lucy, my 16 year-old beagle had to go out for a walk. This rarely happens, but it means something is wrong and I will probably have to take Lucy back to the vet.
The other day, on my way to work, something told me to go to the vet to buy Lucy some of her special dog food. I didn’t really feel like going that morning, but my feet seemed to take me there. I walked into the animal hospital and there was one person sitting in the waiting area, a very dear friend of mine. She was there to put her cat, Dash, down. They were putting in the catheter. I haven’t seen my friend in almost a year, other than on Facebook, even though we live across the street from each other. Our kids were friends since they were 3 years-old. We have been through many life events together, loss of parents, divorces, all kinds of changes. We were together at the gym when the first plane flew into the World Trade Center. Our families marched together with candles after 9.11.
I stayed until Dash was euthanized and we walked back to SoHo together, talking about loss and life. It was beshert, as they say in Hebrew, or Yiddish, or whatever language it is. It was meant to be.
We dance with what is in life – make the best of sometimes really difficult situations. For me, literally dancing, putting on music and letting myself dance, has been a lifesaver. A life changer. It changes our outlook on life when we move our bodies. My life changed dramatically when I started dancing again.
Some days, I don’t feel like dancing. Most days, in fact. But running on the treadmill with music accomplishes the same thing for me. My body and my mind shift gears. Yoga does this for me too, I think I’ll put on some music and dance and then do a little yoga. I’m tired and worried about Lucy, but I think it will help if I can let myself dance with what is…my sixteen year-old dog is not feeling well and that makes me sad. But it’s just life. Dash was 18 years-old. She had a good, long life. She was loved.