There is a certain peace and serenity that can be found in the company of an old dog. I experience this every Saturday morning when Miss Lucy wakes me up before the sun comes up to take her outside. I step outside with her and watch her run around the yard and she smiles and I smile and then she comes inside, taking her time up the stairs leading to my deck so that she doesn’t fall. Then we come inside and she curls up on the family room sofa and I sit down with her and we just… stay like that.
Sometimes, it’s really nice to just… be.
I love old dogs. They have a wisdom and a knowledge that comes with an entire lifetime’s worth of experience. They have the most beautiful souls. There is nothing more wonderful in my world than the quiet, constant, companionship of an old dog.
Even if she does wake me up at 6 am on a Saturday, so I can take her out to potty in the freezing ass cold. At least she comes back inside for the snuggling part. This is the whole reason I’m awake this morning, because Lucy needed her special “Mom” time.
I love you Miss Lucy… even though you bark at me at 5:45 every morning to wake me up, and then sit on my feet until I roll out of bed with you, I just don’t even care. I love you anyway because you’re my pretty yellow girl.