Sitting on the deck with my aging, ailing dog and taking in a 75 degree day together while the breeze sways the colorful foliage. I should be grateful for the day and the 13 wonderful years we've had together but all I can do is think about the 52 degree day on tap for tomorrow and contemplating how much time I have left with her. 'First world' problems, I know...but that is my complaint.