I hung out with my oldest best friend today. He didn’t say much. Just sat there, wagging his tail and looking at me fondly. I could tell he was tired – it had been a long day – but he made time for me, welcoming me to his cozy bed on the floor. I sat with him for a long while, recounting the days when we played tirelessly in the backyard and wrestled in the living room.
We are both older now though and such times are difficult to come by. So, we, my best friend and I, sat together, each enjoying the other’s company with only the intermittent sound of his thudding tail on the hardwood floors disrupting the silence.
**Dedicated to my life-long goldie pup friend, Casey Michelle Danielle Wilson who will turning 13 this August**
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