When I am old…
I will wear soft grey sweatshirts…
and a bandana over my silver hair…
and I will spend my social security checks on my dogs. 🫠
I will sit in my house on my well-worn chair
and listen to my dog’s breathing.🫠
I will sneak out in the middle of a warm summer night
and take my dogs for a run if my old bones 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 gentle, 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 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 exceptional 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 company 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. 🫠
When I am old…🫠
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