Posted on December 25, 2010 by WayCoolDogs
“With age, she uses her eyes less; looks at me less. With age, she would rather stand than walk, lie than stand — and so she lies next to me outside with her head between her legs, nose still alert to the smells on the breeze. ‘
“With age, I have been given a gift: the details of Pump’s existence have become even more alive. I started seeing the geographic of smells she checks up on in the neighborhood; I feel how long are the periods she waits for me; I hear the way she speaks volumes by simple standing; I see her efforts to cooperate when I goad her to trot across the street.”