Old bones

When Charlie started to get old and all he wanted to do was sleep on a lap or in the sun, Tim and I would look at him and coo, "Old bones, does Baby have old bones?" Then we'd tuck him more snuggly into the blankets or spread out a pillow on which he could curl up.

My friend Naomi has an older dog - Toby. He is a precious guy. He's always been full of energy and love, one of those dogs who will give his love to anyone. He's pretty big - part German Shepherd and part Sharpei, and his long legs can make him seem pretty tall if he's sitting next to you. He has this funny habit of climbing up next to you on the couch and starring at you." "No looming, Toby," Naomi used to say.

Now poor Toby has lost his eyesight. He still makes his way pretty well, although every once in a while he does run into a door frame or dresser. He still loves life and makes his way around the yard with the other dogs, enjoying the sunshine and the outdoors.

I miss those eyes, though. They used to look into mine with such love. He's never been the smartest of dogs, and his eyes held such innocence and curiosity. He'd cock his head to the side, raise his ears, and look at you. "What are you trying to tell me?" "Will you give me a piece of cheese?" "Will you always love me?"

Yes, Toby, we'll always love you.

Ah, Toby. What a sweet dog. May his life be long and peaceful, filled with love and tenderness. He has the two best owners any dog could have, and that is exactly what he deserves. A warm house, a comfy chair all his own, and the tender hands of people who love him.