(This came off the Internet uncredited, which is too bad because the author surely would be a nice person to know.)
When I am old:
I will wear soft gray sweatshirts, and a bandanna over my silver hair
And I will spend my Social Security checks on wine and my dogs.
I will sit in my house on my well-worn chair, and listen to my dogs breathing.
I will sneak out in the middle of a warm summer night and take my dogs for a run, if my old bones will allow.
When people call, I will smile and nod as I introduce my dogs, and talk of them and about them, so beloved are they.
I will still work hard cleaning after them, mopping, and feeding them and whispering their names in a soft loving way they understand.
I will wear the gleaming sweat on my throat like a jewel and I will be an embarrassment to all, especially my family, who have not yet found the peace in being free to have dogs as best friends... friends who always wait, at any hour, for your footfall, and eagerly jump to their feet out of a sound sleep to greet you as if you are a God.
With their warm eyes so full of adoring love, they hope you will always stay.
I'll hug their big strong necks; I'll kiss their dear sweet heads, and whisper in their very special company.
I look in the mirror, and see that I am growing old.
Please accept me for who I am,
For this is the kind of person I am, and have always been.
Loving dogs is easy; they are a part of me.
My dogs appreciate my presence in their lives and, when I am old, this will be important to me.
You will understand when you are old, if you have dogs to love too!
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