She fell on her face and she looked none too happy…
And recently she seems to feel pretty crappy…
Most mornings, I hear her, when rising from bed,
And where once she’d be singing, she’s groaning instead.
Now me, I can sympathise, getting no younger,
I still want my walks but without the same hunger,
I still need my ball and my toys and to play…
But these days, I’m happy to sleep half the day.
We’re ageing together, my two-legs and me,
Where I can still run, she’s slowed up mightily,
I’ll still make a run for a half-open gate,
The only thing she’s heading fast for is ‘late’.
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