Poppy and I got another flat in the park yesterday. The sidecar wears through the rubber on tire in some ways I don’t fully understand yet and will have to work to dial in. Spots on the tire emerge as it raises up and then come down on the pavement wearing holes across the entire center of tire, but it is something goes much deeper in some areas. As we came off cat hill on the east side I heard a big pop behind me (my hearing sucks), and I quickly felt the familia wobble in the handle bars and pulled over to the side on the grass.
As we pulled up onto the grass and I unloaded Poppy and began unpacking my backpack to pull my tools out I noticed a lady sitting up further on the grass with an old white Labrador Retriever laying next to her. We got to work replacing out tube, and pumping the tire back up, and after I loaded up Poppy and my backpack the remarked on how good Poppy was. We talked back and forth and I asked how old her dog was-—she said 14 years old, and today was their “last day”–they were just spending their final moments on the grass in the sun before being put down at the vet.
Oh my heart. I pounded my chest with the palm of my had and expressed my love. I regret not getting their name so could properly remember them. Regardless, I wanted to thank them for being part of this amazing world and giving their family the love and attention they needed during their time here. Poppy is five years old and as we pedaled off I am reminded that I want to spend every possible moment with my Rotweiller that I can. I am very thankful that these creatures coming into our lives and bless us with their presence, and I am prioritizing my time with Poppy in any way possible to take advantage of this moment.
