Overcast, but warm
The perfect day to share
We have always enjoyed our walks together
He and I
No longer young
He struggles to keep up
But the trail is clear and gently rolling
We used to traverse the woods
Over stumps and deadfalls
Ridges and marshes
These days we simply stroll
Enjoying each other’s company
And the sweet musky scent of the forest
Soaking up the moments we have left
For he is getting no younger
I see it in the gray of his whiskers
And the hitch in his giddy-up
He’s always there for me
And I am always there for him
** One of the best dogs I’ve ever had….
Insecurely Confident 
🙂
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Brings a tear to my eye as I remember my old fella – died two years ago but never forget him!
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And hopefully never will.
Thanks for the comment.
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I find it devastating to watch them get older. I am going through this now and it is breaking my heart.
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Yeah, it’s tough. At some point they go. The key is not trying to keep them because we don’t want to lose them and making them suffer longer because of it. Caring means knowing when to let go for them, not us. That doesn’t make the decision any easier. 😦
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
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Again, very cool on the re-blog. Thank you kindly.
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My pleasure indeed ));<))))) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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Reblogged this on DrewLlew.com and commented:
The words could be written for Milo. Miss that old fella as much as ever.
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Thank you for the re-blog. I appreciate it very much.
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