He's a 14 year old lab. I shuffle, he sniffs. Ain't love grand?
Gait Keeper The limp is more pronounced on days like these, cold rain and chilling breeze. The hitch in his giddy-up causing his head to angle slightly, correcting for the sway. His eyes seem a bit less bright yet still alert while the tail, that ever enthusiastic metronome of friendship, wags, and waits. So we walk a little slower, a little less far, sharing the tempo of age and a love that knows no desire to walk alone. 2013 submitted to – Beloved Pets – Poetry Contest sponsor – Francine Roberts
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