There is something special about old dogs. The grey muzzle. The calm disposition. The sleepy running dreams. The memories.
Old dogs are special. They're a connection to our past as well as a road-map to our future. They have so much to teach us about aging gracefully. And patience. And acceptance of the things we cannot change. They possess dignity in abundance. They are unconcerned about our fears; of death, of loss, of parting. They can sleep the sleep of the innocent. And yet they never truly retire from their responsibilities. Once they accept the charge they will stay on guard until the very end. Their loyalty knows no limits. No infirmities will stay them.
Ah, my sweet Chrisi. Your fidelity knows no bounds. Your love is as uncompromising as a new dawn. It is what it is and you are what you are and we are all richer for having you in our lives. Such a dog. Such a companion. Such a protector. Still on the job after all these years. Placing herself right where she needs to be, between the beds of her beloved children. No ghosts or monsters will pass your vigilance. Your kids will sleep safely in the night because you are there. Where you have always been. Between the fear and your heart's love.
Sleep well but don't leave us just yet my sweetheart. We still need you so.
Are we ever worthy of our dogs?