the old hounds

by underswansea

My old dog and I consider each other a nuisance. She is trying to keep her hind end in pace with her chest. She isn’t distraught by the inconvenience of trying ten or twelve times to make it up on the couch. She just keeps trying. My dogs are old. One is senile, deaf and blind. I communicate with hand signals and holding up treats. The other is all there. But is failing.

The day is coming where we will go for walk and only two of us will come back.

Not sure how I will break it to the other. I wish an owl would take them away, or a coyote, or cougar. Even a badger could do the job. Instead we are stuck with each other.

It isn’t fair.