This old dog

I'm getting on in years,

My coat is turning gray.

My eyes have lost their luster,

My hearing's just okay.

I spend my days dreaming

Of earlier times with you

When I could run and jump and play

And fetch the ball you threw.

I remember our first visit,

I was coming to you free

Hoping you would take me in

And keep me company.

I wasn't young or handsome,

Two years I'd roamed the street.

There were scars upon my face,

I hobbled on my feet.

I could sense your disappointment

As I left my prison cage.

Oh, I hoped you would accept me

And look beyond my age.

You took me out of pity,

I accepted without shame.

Then you grew to love me,

And I admit the same.

I have shared with you your laughter,

You have wet my fur with tears.

We've come to know each other

Throughout these many years.

Just one more hug this morning

And as you drive away

Know I will think about you

Throughout your busy day.

I'll faithfully wait here for you

And though my head's a fog

My heart is yours forever.

I promise -

This old dog.

 

(Author unknown)