The words could be written for Milo. Miss that old fella as much as ever.
Overcast, but warm
The perfect day to share
We have always enjoyed our walks together
He and I
No longer young
He struggles to keep up
But the trail is clear and gently rolling
We used to traverse the woods
Over stumps and deadfalls
Ridges and marshes
These days we simply stroll
Enjoying each other’s company
And the sweet musky scent of the forest
Soaking up the moments we have left
For he is getting no younger
I see it in the gray of his whiskers
And the hitch in his giddy-up
He’s always there for me
And I am always there for him
** One of the best dogs I’ve ever had….
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