Old Man
Old Man
Old man asleep on the floor, does he dream of all his years from before. When in his youth he ran wild, digging and being the guardian of the farm where nothing dated go near? Or perhaps of escaping to only go to the pound, were they knew him by name, because of his frequent escapes he perfected to a tee. Graciously greeting him with hugs and treats, he was special to them on each one of his retreats.
This old man brought many years of unconditional love and companionship for me, but the end of his days are drawing near. I am grateful for each of those devoted years 18+ years along with great sadness when the end of his days are here. He's not just a dog but a part of me that will forever go on in my memory.
He sleeps more than usual because his body needs rest to prepare for his adventure he has next. I have no doubt his next adventure will be something he will look forward to, because of how great it will be. His adventure next will be no more old man but of youth and unwavering health in God's great hands.
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