Poem Following a Senior Dog Rescue Video

We'll all be old dogs someday if we last so long. We'll remember when we were young and active and greatly loved. But then one day someone dumped us off at the side of the road because adult diapers were getting expensive and conversations took us forever searching for our words. So there we are on the side of the road, afraid, slow from age just kind of waiting for someone to remember to come back and get us, while we become increasingly rattyass and flea-bitten with muddy poo under our tails. Will there be one final round of happiness for any of us?