The Eyes of Love

Although her furs may be old and gray,

Pardon, I just don't see her that way.

No longer does she go run run run. 

Sunny naps are her idea of fun.

My confident pup loves friends and all.

Her ego dents when she takes a fall.

No longer the Alpha in her pack,

Lost her footing ending on her back.

Harder to brush off each trip and spill.

I see the steeliness of her will.

Yes she does grow older by the day.

Pardon, I just don't see her that way.

My eyes are blind by the love we've shared,

her companionship when no one cared.

More like me than I care to admit:

Stubborn, wild, loyal and full of wit.

The funniest dog I've ever met

She sure makes me happy, you can bet!

Still thinks she can catch a coyote - 

Must believe her own publicity!

Excited over treasures she finds,

"Horse d'oeuvres" on the trail will blow her mind!

Her swims are shorter, walks are slower.

Loves her bed for her eyes to lower.

No, no longer does she NEED to play.

Pardon, I just can't see her that way.

To me, she's forever shiny new.

My love, my friend, my girl through and through.

She's stuck by me; been my friend it's true.

Mabel will always be "Puppy Lou."

Pardon my blindness, colored by love.

It feels my pup was sent from above. 

I know the day will come when we part;

she will leave her footprints on my heart.

My senior dog with needs she makes known.

I get her a blankie of her own.

She disliked to be covered at night.

She grows cold before the morning's light.

You may see my old dog on the fray. 

But I will never see her that way.