I Am No Longer Young

I am 70 in my years.

I can no longer see out of my one eye.

My hearing is unreliable.

My breath is not always pleasant and I

grouch and growl at misunderstood sounds.

My nose is crusty and miserable with allergies.

I can no longer easily get in and out of a car, nor arise

from my spot on the sofa without a grunt or a groan.

I have turned grey and I am covered in spots and warts that

make me avoid looking into mirrors, for I no longer recognize myself.

I am snappish at times because my bones ache and I

have little tolerance for loud rambunctious children.

I enjoy my naps and my dreams of youth.

My memories of my family are happy ones.

I was rescued just as I was being trampled by larger

companions. I was quite ill and assumed I

would never find a loving home.

My family loved me on sight, nursed me to health

and I have been fed and sheltered ever since.

I enjoy a much younger companion named Howie.

I think I would be called a "cougar".

I am no longer young, but I am proud and honest and loyal.

Age is a blessing and a curse..

and a bitch like me..

Bitch [BI ch]

noun

1. a female dog

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