Our Time

Posted on by randomwordbyruth

I watched her today…As I do, everyday.  As I have done for the last twelve years.  At first, a bolt of energy.  A not needed breeze of fresh wind…she glazes the denim on my pants.  She antagonizes her baby brother.  A baby brother…that is now a senior.

Toward the end of wintry mix trail, she, the old brown dog, my best friend, comes to a stutter.  Her gait?  As ancient as mine.  We hobble, side by side, as it is…our time.

The bond with a dog is as lasting as the ties of this earth can ever be. – Konrad Lorenz

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