The Old Blog in the Desert

In the quiet corners of morning’s first light,
Nobody tells you how quickly dogs age.
One day, the sun rises, and there it is:
The gentle dusting of white upon their muzzle,
Eyes once bright, now softened by a haze,
And you, calling their name a touch louder,
To catch their gaze.
Parents caution against blinking with children,
To not miss their swift journey into adulthood.
Yet, who speaks of the dog,
Who was there before children were even a dream?
Who stood steadfast by your side,
Through loves found and lost, homes built, left behind.
Cherish the dog who knows your heart’s rhythm,
Who journeyed faithfully across every path you tread.
Lying by your side in silence,
Comforting your soul in the lonely hours,
Their breath, a constant whisper of loyalty.
One day, on a walk together, you’ll notice:
They tire a step sooner than they used to.
And in that stride, the weight of all the years,
They’ve padded beside you, steadfast and true.
Cherish them now, every wag of their tail,
Every nuzzle that seeks your touch,
Every bark sounds with unwavering love.
For their time with us is but a fleeting gift,
Deserving every cherished moment,
For the unconditional love they offer,
In quiet companionship, year after year.