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Grow Old With Dogs



When I am old...

I will wear soft gray sweatshirts. ..

and a bandana 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 of 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 o all...

especially my family...

who have not yet found the peace

in being free to have dogs as your best friends....

These friends who 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 are old....

if you have dogs to love too.

~Author Unknown

I got a little choked up reading this, thank you. It is how I wish to be when I reach that ripe old age.

RG

I just love it

It makes me feel so good :-6

That's lovely Wendyb....The Pet Cemetary gave me this when I had to put my lovely old bully to sleep, I can't even read it from start to finish without tearing up...





A Pets Prayer

If it should be, that I grow frail and weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done
For this, the last battle, can't be won.

You will be sad, I understand.
Don't let your grief then stay your hand,
For this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship stand the test.

We've had so many happy years
What is to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer, so,
When the time comes, please let me go.

Take me where my needs they'll tend only,
Stay with me to the end,
And hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see.

I know in time you will see
It is a kindness you do to me
Although my tail its last has waved
From pain and suffering I've been saved.

Don't grieve it should be you,
Who decides this thing to do,
We've been so close, we two, these years
Don't let your heart hold any tears.

Smile - for we walked together,
For a little while.