Couleur from Pixabay
When I was a puppy, we’d play every day
Now that I’ve grown older, lie down is what you say
I’d still love to fetch a ball even though I’m ten
A few years ago, I was your best friend
I hope I’m not too old for you, and you get a younger pup
Get rid of me because I’m old and you think I’m fed-up
Dogs do grow older every day
Please oh please don’t send me away
I have arthritis in my hips, but I still want to play
Let’s go outside and have some fun today
©Susan Zutautas 2019
This was written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch.
Susan's Place 
Aw, you know what? I love old dogs! We moved around so much when the kids were younger, always having to give up a dog to another family. Finally — I got to experience old dogs and the loss of the first one about ripped my heart out, so I savor every breath of the one remaining arthritic on the couch. You expressed the lament of an old dog with dignity.
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When we had dogs when I was younger my parents were always giving them away and Bruce was the very first dog that I had from 8 weeks old until he died.
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I see a connecting theme, here 🙂
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lol All for the same flash fiction challenge. I got a little carried away this week on growing older. Guess I can relate too well 🙂
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Just a bit. 🙂
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I don’t have a dog but I love them and I loved this. I think people who have dogs are really going to like it. “Please oh please don’t send me away, I have arthritis in my hips, but I still want to play” 😦 Poor guy.
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Thank you.
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Moving piece.
Thoughtful and fluid.
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Aww 🥰
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