Old Dog

Not swimming far out, mostly in small circles, you keep the faith. A four-year-old's mind in an eighty-year-old body, both almost working in harmony. Back on the bank shivering, befuddled, you attempt to recall bliss from pain, Then you shake water off, roll on the grass a little, huff your little engine.

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Leo Larry Amadore

Date: 8/22/2019 1:44:00 PM

Nicely done....a closely observed moment that clearly demonstrates a level of care and human empathy toward a valued and respected animal companion....I enjoyed your work.

Eric Ashford
Date: 8/22/2019 1:59:00 PM

Thank you Leo, it's good that all that comes through for you. Much obliged.

Chris Green

Date: 8/22/2019 12:07:00 PM

Really cute. I have recently adopted a stray, an old dog someone dropped off...skin and bones, scared of everything. I couldn't just leave him to die so I took him in, fed him, got him to the vets and everything looks good. He seems happy now which makes me happy. Loved your poem. Reminded me of him.

Eric Ashford
Date: 8/22/2019 12:22:00 PM

Thanks Chris, and double thanks for your kindness to an old neglected dog. God loves you.

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 8/22/2019 8:07:00 AM

This is darling. I have an affinity for the old dog; I embraced the aging of my first beast, have found myself specializing in older dog care, finding an honourable niche as a doggy death doula. xomo

Eric Ashford
Date: 8/22/2019 8:18:00 AM

Hi Maureen I am way too soft to deal with too many dogs dying on me, but I agree! Thanks for the kind comment!