*When and how will I die?* Part IV

This is a picture of my friend's dog. I took the picture of the dog, Reffy, when he was in a relaxed and comfortable mood. The dog is 8 years old and in dog years, 56. The photograph was taken on the stairsteps of the building in which my friend lives in. Reffy has been my friend's (Priscilla) pal ever since she was 10. Priscilla knows it's time to let go because sooner or later, Reffy will be too old and his body will not be able to support him.

I chose to take this picture because the sad part about it is that Reffy does not act like he did years ago, when he was a pup and a younger dog. Reffy had to take a bit of the rest from climbing down the steps of the apartment where Priscilla lives, on the fifth floor. I also take the time to think that maybe Reffy himself has noticed a change in his personaility and that he knows that his time is up. Death is so unpredictable, yet everyone has a certain idea of when to expect it. I believe that that is the horrible thing about death and aging. Everyone knows it happens and they might lose hope. Reffy, I believe, has either become lazy or lost hope. He isn't bothering to try and hang on.