There comes a time in every dog's life, when the only running he does, is when his legs go to moving in his dreams. The other dogs, young or old, don't take him serious anymore. His growls are ignored, and the pups pester him till he just gives up, gets up, and moves. Gone and forgotten are the memories of the big boar coon, that he fought to the death. The scars are still there, but no one asks how he got them, the witnessess' are dead, and if somehow he finds a reason to bring the subject up, just as he starts telling the story, someone will interrupt him; it never fails. Respect for an old dog, is only respected if he's still needed for something. Past are the days when the other dogs waited until he eats before they do. No longer do they tip-toe, waiting for him to wake, and take them on the hunt. Why should they? They can all run circles around him, and do. Even his eyesight, his hearing, and the shine, and color of his hair, have turned against him. Rheumatism, bursitis, or any number of maladies, have conspired to afflict him from every direction. But, it's the lack of acknowledgement from the other dogs, that hurts the most. For in all his years, he never failed to be ready to fight and deliver. Regardless of the age of his body; it's the memories of his youth, that are always with him. So comes the day, when after countless degradations, that the overwhelming feeling of being nothing but a useless old dog, outweighs that most primal of animal instincts, the will to live. The other dogs whisper among themselves, "That old dog won't last much longer, he's off his feed." by: Lou C. Rose :......Howell Realty, a Florida Licensed Real Estate Broker, located in North Florida.......: 1949 Tower Lane, Westville, FL 32464 (Come by and Visit!) or call us: 850.956.2100 or email: howellrealty@yahoo.com
There comes a time in every dog's life, when the only running he does, is when his legs go to moving in his dreams. The other dogs, young or old, don't take him serious anymore. His growls are ignored, and the pups pester him till he just gives up, gets up, and moves.
Gone and forgotten are the memories of the big boar coon, that he fought to the death. The scars are still there, but no one asks how he got them, the witnessess' are dead, and if somehow he finds a reason to bring the subject up, just as he starts telling the story, someone will interrupt him; it never fails.
Respect for an old dog, is only respected if he's still needed for something. Past are the days when the other dogs waited until he eats before they do. No longer do they tip-toe, waiting for him to wake, and take them on the hunt. Why should they? They can all run circles around him, and do.
Even his eyesight, his hearing, and the shine, and color of his hair, have turned against him. Rheumatism, bursitis, or any number of maladies, have conspired to afflict him from every direction. But, it's the lack of acknowledgement from the other dogs, that hurts the most.
For in all his years, he never failed to be ready to fight and deliver. Regardless of the age of his body; it's the memories of his youth, that are always with him.
So comes the day, when after countless degradations, that the overwhelming feeling of being nothing but a useless old dog, outweighs that most primal of animal instincts, the will to live. The other dogs whisper among themselves, "That old dog won't last much longer, he's off his feed."
by: Lou C. Rose
:......Howell Realty, a Florida Licensed Real Estate Broker, located in North Florida.......: 1949 Tower Lane, Westville, FL 32464 (Come by and Visit!) or call us: 850.956.2100 or email: howellrealty@yahoo.com
