The Old Man

I met the old man about five years ago.  At the very first he didn’t know if he liked me or not.  But….after about fifteen minutes he must have decided that I was alright.  Over time he really warmed up to me and before long we had become fast and steady friends. 

I find it hard to describe our friendship.

How do you describe a guy that once he decided he liked you….there was nothing in this world he wouldn’t have done for you.  No conditions….just the purest form of love.  Even with those that had known him much longer than I.  To me he was the most loyal.  If I lay down for a nap, he was right there.  Watch out…Better not touch me, or my shoes! 

He truly became my friend. 

He was my buddy.  At times he was the funniest guy.  I would sit and just laugh.  When I came home from work, he was always there to greet me at the door.  He would dance and run around with glee.  And because of him, I was truly happy too see him!

In the last few months he really started showing his age.

He became senile and very hard of hearing.  But through it all he still knew me and loved me. 

I really grew to love that old man.  He will always be a part of my life.  I will never forget him.

Now that he has passed….when I think of him, I see him running and jumping in a big field of grass and flowers.  I see him, his mother (whom I didn’t know) and his other friend Oscar.  I know they are happy to see him.  

Even tho I miss him very much I know he is not suffering and that he is waiting on me to join him someday.

The old man was my friend.  I was his daddy.  He was my buddy.  I’m so glad I got to spend this time with him.  I know I will long to scratch his ears and pet him till his chin bounces off the couch.

I’ll miss you Porkie!