A couple of years ago on an early spring afternoon (not that we really feel spring as a distinct season in Florida), I was driving home, listening to an NPR program about assisted suicide in Switzerland, where its legality permits euthanasia clinics. The reporter followed an elderly woman who had made a dying appointment (and carried it through). One question she was asked sent me into freeze-mode so the entire rest of the program became a blur and I focused on my response. When she asked the question, "what will you miss most?" I was surprised by the answer that jetted forth without hesitation: Birds. Then of course I did my usual thing and cried. (Don't tell my endocrinologist. She'll write another prescription for Effexor, and I'll have to throw it away again). Turning onto the road leading to my development, a road lined with glorious ficus and banyon trees that get annual county mandated "hurricane haircuts,"...
Enlightenment from Our Animal Companions by Lisa Shaw, Animal Intuitive, R.M.