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Growing
Old Together
I
shall wear Turquoise and soft grey sweatshirts... and a bandana over my
long, silver hair..� And I shall spend my Social Security Checks on Sweet Wine and My
Dogs....�
And
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 Nero for
a run, if my old bones will allow...
And
when people come to call, I will smile and nod as I walk out and 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
still will work hard cleaning their runs and 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�and my Children ... 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 stay and hug their
big, strong necks�and kiss their dear sweet heads�and whisper to
them of your love and the beautiful pleasure of their very special
company....
I
look in the Mirror...and see I am getting old.... this is the kind of
woman I am...and have always been. Loving dogs is easy, they are
part of me, accept me for who I am, my dogs appreciate my presence in
their lives... when I am old this will be important to me�you will
understand when you are old�.and if you have dogs to love too.
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Lynnlea Shetland Sheepdogs
