My dog is 12. She doesn’t have the spring in her step she once had. Like the time she bolted out the garage door and bounded snout first into a freezing winter pond. Her bark no longer terrifies some of the neighbors, who never understood that this sweet affectionate shepherd is a cuddly oaf who loves everyone and wouldn’t harm a fly — well, with the exception of another dog. It pains me to watch our once rambunctious pet limp up the stairs, her hindquarters quivering with arthritis.
When I tell people how she’s aged, some ask, so, are you going to put her down? Realizing no malice intended, I swallow what I’m really thinking which is, would you toss aside an aging relative or not provide for a child in need? What about a disabled worker who requires provisions so he or she can continue to do great work for your company? [Read more…] about A workplace lesson from a venerable member of the family