Earlier this morning I was sitting here in my chair thinking that my French doors, or rather what I see through them, are reminiscent of the aquarium I had in Texas.
No, it doesn’t have beautiful fish swimming in and out of rocks. But it is my most picturesque view.
It is where I see flowers bloom and birds flit about the patio. It is where I see rain and occasionally snow fall in the winter. I see squirrels and once in awhile a possum walking along the top of the fence.
It is my glass aquarium on the outdoors. My little piece of nature framed.
It is where Ivy sees whats going on outside. Where Charlie gets excited about squirrels and wants out to run up and down the fence after them.
When Ivy sees a bird, I know because her tail goes low and swishes about with purpose. She has never been close to a bird, no closer than the French doors, but still her cat instincts kick in and she knows the pretty birds are supposed to be her prey.
Sometimes I think about getting another aquarium. The one I had was pretty big. A couple came in every couple of weeks and cleaned it and sometimes brought fish.
They told me they drove from Tyler to the Dallas airport and stood waiting when the planes came in bringing the fish they’d ordered. They immediately took over and got the fish into a cool place so they wouldn’t be stressed.
I don’t know. Maybe it would be fun. Or maybe it would be too much of a chore. But I still have memories of the one I had and how elegant the bright colored fish looked as they winnowed in and out of the stacked rocks. It was mesmerizing to watch.
I feel lighter today. As if a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Charlie has had a couple of weeks where he didn’t want to go out, didn’t really want to eat. His appetite was waning. And it was quite worrisome.
But this weekend he has a bit of a spring in his step. His appetite is back. And once again he enjoys going out in the sunshine.
Of course I tell him how proud I am of him, what a good boy he is, and how much I love him. He basks in the positive and excited tone of my voice.
I must give credit where credit is due. The land therapy is helping. He is walking and getting about better. He seems to feel better.
And of course this is cause for joy.
Tomorrow morning we will be at the rehab clinic just like every week. The experienced women there will work with him and I will sit watching.
On Thursday morning we will be there again.
Feeling lighter is such a good feeling.