Old Dogs

In his prime, there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. His coat would glisten in the sunlight and you could see his muscles. He could jump into the back of an suv from a sitting position. Now, to take him to the vet, I have to lift him into the car. His eyesight is fading, and everyday brings something new. But amid the decline of the body, his love and devotion are stronger than ever. His only problem is that he wants to be wherever I am. I hate the aging process and I hate the thought that someday he won't be around.