I came across this from a friend of mine on the net, and thought all the dog lovers on vr would enjoy it.....I know I did.
Evelyn
GROW OLD WITH DOGS
When I am old...
I will wear soft gray sweatshirts...
and a bandana over my silver hair.....
I will spend my social security checks on wine
and my dogs.
I will sit in my house on my well-worn chair and listen
to my dogs' 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...
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 will still work hard cleaning after them, 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,
especially my family who have not yet found the peace
in being free to have dogs as their 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 always stay, I'll hug their necks...
I'll kiss their dear sweet heads...
and whisper in their very special company....
I look in the Mirror...
and see I am getting old....
this is the kind of person I am...
and have always been.
Loving dogs is easy,
they are part of me.
Please accept me for who I am.
My dogs appreciate my presence in their lives...
I love their presence in my life......
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
Evelyn
GROW OLD WITH DOGS
When I am old...
I will wear soft gray sweatshirts...
and a bandana over my silver hair.....
I will spend my social security checks on wine
and my dogs.
I will sit in my house on my well-worn chair and listen
to my dogs' 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...
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 will still work hard cleaning after them, 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,
especially my family who have not yet found the peace
in being free to have dogs as their 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 always stay, I'll hug their necks...
I'll kiss their dear sweet heads...
and whisper in their very special company....
I look in the Mirror...
and see I am getting old....
this is the kind of person I am...
and have always been.
Loving dogs is easy,
they are part of me.
Please accept me for who I am.
My dogs appreciate my presence in their lives...
I love their presence in my life......
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
