By His Side
He is up from his nap and ready for an afternoon walk. As we leave, he
stumbles on the threshold of the door. His pace is slow, his movement
stiff, but he has a look of determination as we move along the familiar
path. We reach our destination (only half as far as in the past), and
start the journey home. As we return, he is moving even slower and a bit
winded, but tomorrow he will be ready again for another walk.
He is 15 in canine years and has multiple health issues. The playfulness
and exuberance may be diminished, but in those brown cataract glazed
eyes the affection still shows through. I once said, “It is here he will
stay.” And it is here we will be by his side.
though faded and worn . . .