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.