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 There once was a man who loved his dog more deeply than words could express. She had been his angel, his companion, a source of endless joy and love. A symbol of unconditional love. But as she grew older, the burdens of her care began to weigh on him and his family. The dog, once a boundless source of happiness, now required constant attention. She pooped in the house frequently, leading to frustrations and arguments over who would clean up. Joyful family events were cut short, laughter replaced by logistical debates about her care.

One night, in the freezing cold at 3 a.m., like every night, the dog needed to go out. The man, sleep-deprived stomped out into the darkness. Anger swirled within him—not just at the dog but at himself for feeling this way. What kind of man, he wondered, could grow to resent the being that had loved him unconditionally her entire life? The guilt gnawed at him, creating a self-propelling storm of negative thoughts that rippled into his family life, straining his relationships.

His wife, however, saw what he could not. The dog’s time was limited. But to the man, she still seemed healthy, vibrant even, despite her age. It wasn’t until a visit to the veterinarian revealed that the dog had less than six months to live that his perspective shifted. The certainty of her impending death hit him like a tidal wave. Suddenly, all his frustrations dissolved into guilt and then into clarity. That night, when the dog needed to go out again in the freezing cold, he didn’t stomp. He didn’t grumble. He stepped into the icy air, looked up at the stars, and embraced the moment. The cold no longer stung—it awakened him. For the first time in months, he felt joy in her presence, gratitude for her still being there.

As humans, we so often live as though life will stretch on endlessly. We dismiss moments, hold onto anger, and cling to frustrations, believing there will always be time to make it right later. But when faced with an ending—a real, tangible limit—our perspective shifts. The things that once seemed burdensome can transform into treasures.

Imagine for a moment that the next time you see someone—anyone—it could be the last time. Even if that person has caused you pain or frustration, picture them through the lens of a final encounter. A softness will envelop you, as though a blanket of fluffy snow has covered the jagged edges of your anger. Sharp obstacles become rolling hills, and every unpleasant moment becomes an opportunity to find joy.

Think of someone you love, whether living or passed. Imagine sitting with them one more time, even for just a fleeting moment. What would you let go of? What would you grab onto? Now, take that feeling and carry it into the present day. Let the end—our great and inevitable teacher—guide you toward gratitude, compassion, and love. It is only when we see the limits of time that we begin to truly embrace it.





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