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Saturday, August 1, 2009

Growing Old With Dogs

When I am old....
I will wear soft gray sweatshirts,
and a bandanna over my silver hair,
and I will spend my social security checks on wine and my dogs.

I will sit in my house on my well-worn chair and listen to my dogs breathing.

I will sneak out in the middle of a warm summer night
and take my dogs for a run,if my old bones will allow.

When people come to call......
I will smile and nod as I show them my dogs......
and talk of them and about them;
the ones so beloved of the past
and the ones so beloved today.

I will still work hard cleaning after them,
mopping and feeding them and whispering their
names in a soft loving way.

I will wear the gleaming sweat on my throat, like a jewel
and I will be an embarrassment to all...especially my family....
who have not yet found the peace in being free
to have dogs as your very best friends.

These friends who will always wait at any hour,
for your footfall....and eagerly jump to their
feet out of a sound sleep,to greet you as if you are a God.

With warm eyes full of adoring love
and hope that you will always stay,
I'll hug their big strong necks.....
I'll kiss their dear sweet heads......
and whisper in their very special company.

I look in the Mirror......
..And see I am getting old.

This is the kind of person I am and have always been.

Loving dogs is easy, they are part of me.

Please accept me for who I am.

My dogs appreciate my presence in their lives...
they love my presence in their lives.

When I am old, this will be important to me.

You will understand when you grow old......
if you have dogs to love too.


~Author Unknown

2 comments:

Pippa said...

Love it! My sentiments, exactly!!

Patty said...

Thank you Pippa for the comment. That poem discribes me to a 'T'. I'm an embarassement to my family and: 'I ain't gonna change'! LOL

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