Old Girl

I lingered and watched you walking,
A fluid spring in your gait,
Taking in your surroundings,
You stop when I tell you to wait.
Nothing is missed by that nose of yours,
You squat often to leave your mark,
At seventy seven in doggie years
You can still be such a tart!
Dogs know where to follow,
Sometimes you may tease in play,
It doesn’t matter the size or breed,
Or what other owners say.
But there are days when you falter,
Especially when it’s so cold,
Like us, joints are plagued with arthritis,
A sure sign of getting old.
But your eyes are bright, and coat shiny,
Your appetite healthy and good,
You are also drinking plenty
And behave more or less as you should.
You try in your way to tell me
When things are perhaps not quite right,
You ache and are in pain sometimes,
And don’t want to go out in the night.
Then other times you are bouncy,
Want to run and not do as you’re told,
You can be so damn cantankerous,
Another sign of getting old!
Nobody lives for ever,
And the time will eventually come
When you are no longer with us
And your time on this earth is done.
But for now we are all together,
And that is hopefully years away,
Though I’ll continue watching your movements
On our walks each and every day.

maggie and flower 2

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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12 Responses to Old Girl

  1. janegundogan says:

    Oh Maggie! I wish you many more years of being cantankerous!

  2. scifihammy says:

    Aw This is so beautiful and heartfelt. πŸ™‚
    My dogs are now over 10 (LM) and over 14 (SL). I get sad too sometimes, as I know SL is unlikely to last much longer. But like you say, enjoy them while they are here. And fortunately the dogs themselves do not stress about the future, they just make the most of today. πŸ™‚

    • Thank you for such a kind comment. I didn’t realise your two were in double figures. We get so attached to our pets and don’t want to let go. After Maggie’s op though, we are more aware of her age. She’s fast asleep at my feet now, so that hasn’t changed!

  3. colinandray says:

    Dogs really can bring out the best in us (including a poetic leaning) can’t they! πŸ™‚

    • They do indeed. They can also bring out the worst of us: it’s windy, cold and chucking it down with rain, I’m dressed liked the custard bombshell, and she wouldn’t perform! I swear she was laughing!!

  4. The Hook says:

    Now you’ve gone an d made me cry….
    Thank you, though.

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