WHEN I AM OLD

When I am Old

I shall wear Turquoise and soft gray sweatshirts... and a bandana over my
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 dogs for
a run, if my old bones will allow... and when people come to call, I will
smile and nod as I 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 after them 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 family... who have
not yet found the peace in being free to have dogs as your Best
Friends....

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.

Author Unknown