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He's a 14 year old lab. I shuffle, he sniffs. Ain't love grand?
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.
submitted to – Beloved Pets – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Francine Roberts
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015