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 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 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 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 what 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.