The final walk.

Again, one completely post with no electronics content. This one is about dogs. You have been warned.

When we were having our (first) dog to be inoculated for the first time, we waited in the waiting room of the vet with all the other waiting to see the vet.

While waiting, I noticed a man, maybe in his 60s or so, coming from behind a corner and just slowly walking towards the exit, eyes strictly forward, with no expression on his face, holding an empty leash in his left hand.

Few seconds later a woman, also in her 60s or so, walks around the same corner quite obviously in very serious distress, all but crying, following few steps behind the man towards the exit.

It took me a few seconds to make the connection, but the dog of this couple must just have had his very last walk on this earth.

The dog we had inoculated that day is still with us now, nearing his first full decade of life, but with some ailments that mildly degrade his quality of life. Nothing that would ail him seriously, not yet at least. He will still have many good years here, but day by day, the day when I will be taking him to his final walk is approaching.

And I am quite certain that when that day comes, I can't be as .. unemotional .. as the man I mentioned before.