When I am Old.
I shall wear Turquoise and soft gray 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
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.... & if
you have dogs to love too.