Life is short. We are constantly reminded of this as we hear of this person or that person passing away.

I recently had a moment with my 3 year old Golden Doodle. I was sitting at my table and looking at her from across the room pondering taking her for a walk. I thought, it’s a nice day, I’ll go outside and take her for a walk.

Next thing I know she flipped on her back and off of the couch. She began having a seizure. 

If you have ever been in the middle of something so unexpected, and so devastating that you move into a state of real, reality, you know what I’m talking about. Time passes slow, and your sense of self lessens while your sense of what is happening in life and in nature increases.

So she was laying there on the ground, my beloved dog of 3 years – who has brought my family hours upon hours of laughter, possibly taking her last few breaths of life. My face was right on hers (I know now that is not a good idea, because my vet said they could unknowingly bite) and I thought I lost her. 

She then started slowly wagging her tail. I didn’t know if it was a reflex after death or what, but I put my hand on her nose and was able to feel breath come out. She had made it through what I guess is called a “grand Mal” seizure. 

When you experience something like this, even with a pet, you realize that life is so very short. We could slip away from this life in a literal heartbeat.

If you don’t have your sh*t together, now is the time. Make sure whatever legacy you are leaving behind is worth leaving, and that every single day you make a maximum impact in the world. Much love – JT