Who Won The Week? 12/8/19

10CC3057-4EEA-4C80-B8C1-700C0FC6C906It’s time for another Who Won the Week prompt. The idea behind Who Won the Week is for you to select who you think “won” this past week. Your selection can be anyone or anything — politicians, celebrities, athletes, authors, bloggers, your friends or family members, books, movies, TV shows, businesses, organizations, whatever.

I will be posting this prompt on Sunday mornings (my time). If you want to participate, write your own post designating who you think won the week and why you think they deserve your nod. Then link back to this post and tag you post with FWWTW.

My pick for this week is a personal one. Our dog won the week.66B67C7C-2D2F-4205-90DA-CD64E936FE34Our dog, who we rescued from a kill shelter when she was five, turned 14 this week. She’s a German shepherd and Labrador retriever mix. She’s suffering from arthritis and a slight case of doggie dementia. For months we’ve had her on two different medications, Gabapentin and Meloxicam, to treat the arthritis, but her limping continued to get worse and we were really contemplating putting her down, as she was clearly in pain.

But something interesting happened this week. Last Sunday we forgot to give her one of her Gabapentin pills, and when we walked her afterwards, her limping was no worse. We also didn’t give her Gabapentin the next day. And this time, her limping was less pronounced and she walked more briskly than she had in months.

So we decided to stop giving her Gabapentin while continuing with Meloxicam, and now she’s doing great — hardly limping and walking much more briskly and for longer walks. Apparently the Gabapentin was doing more harm than good and was possibly counteracting the pain relief actions of Meloxicam. So now Meloxicam is the only med she is getting.

Our beautiful old lady and beloved companion, who just celebrated her 14th birthday, and who is doing much better, won the week.

And now it’s your turn, folks. Who (or what) do you think won the week?

FFfAW — Make the Most of It

DF1A74EE-C332-4793-B7BC-F0AA0DB21DE4Sarah hadn’t seen him since he was deployed to Afghanistan eight months earlier. They were planning to get married when his tour was over. But then he called her from Germany to tell her that he had been wounded in action and would be returning home in a few days. Fortunately, his wounds were relatively mild.

He asked her to meet him at the Chelsea Beach Bar, where they had first met when they were both there for spring break during their junior year at college. They had been almost inseparable ever since. Until the day he shipped out.

She was anxiously waiting for him near the bar, anticipating seeing him for the first time in eight months. She saw him wave at her, but noticed as he got closer that he was limping. When he finally got to her, they embraced, holding tight to one another.

When he told her he was shipping back in a few days, with tears in her eyes she said, “Then let’s make the most of our time together.”

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Written for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo credit: Michelle DeAngelis.