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A Dogs Perspective Of Growing Old


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When I was a puppy, we’d play every day

Now that I’ve grown older, lie down is what you say

I’d still love to fetch a ball even though I’m ten

A few years ago, I was your best friend

I hope I’m not too old for you, and you get a younger pup

Get rid of me because I’m old and you think I’m fed-up

Dogs do grow older every day

Please oh please don’t send me away

I have arthritis in my hips, but I still want to play

Let’s go outside and have some fun today

©Susan Zutautas 2019

This was written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch.

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10 Comments Post a comment
  1. Aw, you know what? I love old dogs! We moved around so much when the kids were younger, always having to give up a dog to another family. Finally — I got to experience old dogs and the loss of the first one about ripped my heart out, so I savor every breath of the one remaining arthritic on the couch. You expressed the lament of an old dog with dignity.

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    May 15, 2019
    • When we had dogs when I was younger my parents were always giving them away and Bruce was the very first dog that I had from 8 weeks old until he died.

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      May 16, 2019
  2. I see a connecting theme, here 🙂

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    May 12, 2019
  3. Michael B. Fishman #

    I don’t have a dog but I love them and I loved this. I think people who have dogs are really going to like it. “Please oh please don’t send me away, I have arthritis in my hips, but I still want to play” 😦 Poor guy.

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    May 11, 2019
  4. Moving piece.
    Thoughtful and fluid.

    Liked by 1 person

    May 11, 2019
  5. Aww 🥰

    Liked by 1 person

    May 11, 2019

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