There's much to be learned from an old dog.
Perseverance for one,
when painful knees and legs
no longer work as they once did,
and he must climb the four steps to our deck
to get back to his bed beside my chair.
It takes him numerous attempts,
fitful starts at the first step,
first one leg and then another, testing the pain
and his resolve. He even lets go a few soft moans,
protestations against growing old.
He's 14 years old, about 80 in human terms.
Older than me. A few sprawling leaps and
he makes it up the steps for now.
I dread the day when he gives up trying.
He's become too much a part of me.