The days of rambunctious youth and the sweet appeal of puppy glow have slipped away. But although my bright eyes have grown dim and my rambunctious run has dropped to a limping crawl, will you still love me? Will you still hold me tight when I cry out in fear and your reassuring presence I desperately need?

I’m so glad that now that I am old and sick I can still count on your love, affection, and protection.