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An Old Soul

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People tell me I’m an old soul.

Truth is, I’m somewhere between 10 and 14 years old but nobody knows for sure. Mom says I’m “10 years older than God.” I think she is dyslexic and correct her. “Dog” I say, but she doesn’t understand me—even though I understand most of what she says—so, it still comes out the same.

I may be old—but when I dream, I’m only four. In my dreams, my legs are strong and powerful. My bark is clear and commanding. And, I can hunt and play for hours.

In my dreams, my brother is still alive.

But when I awaken, I am old again. Old and stiff, with joints that ache as I rise from my bed. With legs that barely support me at times. But I lift myself to my feet with a smile, because I know that with every nap I take, I can relive the best of my childhood. And, when I’m awake, I know I am well loved.

4 Responses to “An Old Soul”

  1. hj says:

    I guess it is a dogs life.

  2. mbj says:

    You are indeed an old wise and gentle soul, and a beloved one. Everyone at the farm is much taken with you, and there was actually competition about who would be adopted by you.

  3. caroline says:

    To an old soul,
    your young visitors fell in love with you.
    may you enjoy your wonderful new life in your old age.
    cc

  4. Patch's mum says:

    sweet soul..

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