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Spanish Secrets: The Best Things In Life

…With the bedroom door left slightly ajar our dog Jazz bounds into the bedroom and bounces onto the bed. Her excitement and joy is an overwhelming constant -boundless energy always eager to please. It’s a wonderful way to start the day….

But on the day that Jazz was not her usually bouncy self Craig Briggs was reminded that the best things in life should never be taken for granted.

In common with most people, our daily life is full of repetitive routines. From the moment we wake to the time we sleep, a series of regular events flow together with spontaneity to colour our personal canvas.

We usually greet the new day with a revitalising mug of steaming-hot coffee. Ashamedly, it’s a task I rarely perform. Whilst Melanie puts the kettle on, I fling open the shutters and fluff-up the pillows.

With the bedroom door left slightly ajar our dog Jazz bounds into the bedroom and bounces onto the bed. Her excitement and joy is an overwhelming constant -boundless energy always eager to please. It’s a wonderful way to start the day.

How easy it is to turn instances of wonder into mundane habits and underestimate their value and importance. Appreciation of the ordinary is inextricably linked with its loss. What we take for granted one minute becomes requisite to our existence in the next. These lessons in appreciation are thrust upon us when we least expect them. This was the case for Melanie and me two weeks ago.

The day began much the same as any other. Melanie rose to fix our morning brew whilst I opened the shutters. An overcast start, bright enough and best of all, dry. I slumped back into the warmth of the dishevelled and lumpy bed and waited for the giddy emergence of Jazz.

At first sight she seemed her normal self. She waddled in from the lounge, across the hall and into the bedroom. Her leap onto the bed was pitiful, not surprising given her lazy gait. Both front paws landed on the bed. Slowly she slouched down until her knees lay flat on the duvet with her head slumped between them.

“Come on” I called in a sarcastic tone.

She stared directly at me, her big brown eye looking forlornly into mine. Something was wrong. I called her to my side of the bed and encouraged her to jump up. It was no use. She was eager to please but her body was unable to respond. Her tearful eyes conveyed her state of health.

My concern quickly turned to anxiety. Perhaps a brisk walk would improve her condition? I dressed and we set out. Faithfully she followed, heavy legged and tired, her spark was missing. No sooner had we returned than we were heading off to consult with the Dog Doctor. A thorough examination followed, then a blood test. Jazz lay on the medical table exhausted and motionless.

Nothing untoward could be found. Antibiotics and an anti-inflammatory drugs were administered, with little visible effect. As concerned guardians, we looked on powerless to help. Her treatment lasted six days by which time we’d noticed a minor improvement. We decided to watch for another day before returning to the vet.

Each subsequent day revealed a further improvement. Two weeks to the day after she was struck down by a mystery illness she has completely recovered. The sparkle has returned to her cheeky brown eyes, there’s a spring in her step and the welcome return of her boundless energy.

Following her recovery I’ve decided to change my daily starts. The events remain the same but my attitude towards them is very different. As the timing of our next lesson remains out of our control, the best things in life should never be taken for granted.

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