I coincidentally came on this poem today on a friend's blog:

"The Name of the Air"

It could be like that then the beloved
old dog finding it harder and harder
to breathe and understanding but coming
to ask whether there is something that can
be done about it coming again to
ask and then standing there without asking

--W. S. Merwin

Yes, no matter how long it's been, it's hurts to put a finger on that pain.

~ Becky in Tucson