… when my old dog moves so slowly, when I want to leave him behind,
I think of all those years, thousands of miles by now,
when I couldn’t keep up with my young dog,
and he always waited, never left me behind.
… when my old dog moves so slowly, when I want to leave him behind,
I think of all those years, thousands of miles by now,
when I couldn’t keep up with my young dog,
and he always waited, never left me behind.
Keith Amdur
Tuesday 27th of December 2016
Oh jeees I knew I should not read this....got me crying.I remember like it was yesterday.I have a new love in my life(Emma Lou,yellow lab) but I`ll never get over my boy Shoodoobe.Yes that`s his name
Betty
Wednesday 11th of November 2015
Cherish Ace, as I know you are.
Lindsay Stordahl
Friday 13th of November 2015
Thank you.
Rebekah
Tuesday 10th of November 2015
This is so sweet.
Rachel @ My Two Pitties
Monday 9th of November 2015
Very sweet poem. Makes me think of Zoey. She was such a fireball when she was young. You can still see it in her eyes but her body can't keep up anymore. At least she's happy. :)
Lindsay Stordahl
Tuesday 10th of November 2015
Aww, sweet Zoey.
nancyspoint
Monday 9th of November 2015
This made me cry. An old dog is a very special dog. As you know.