In these days, my naps stretch longer, And walks are gentle strolls along. Where once I zoomed, now I shuffle, Squirrels watch my fetching game go wrong.
My fur's lost some of its springy bounce, With grey whispers around my muzzle's frame. To some, this might spell sadness, Missing youthful leaps, a wilder game.
But these golden years? I treasure each one, No chew toy could weigh the same. Butterflies escape my slower steps, Yet every flower's scent calls my name.
My barks have softened, a quiet hush, Yet love shines in my gaze, undimmed, No couch leaps, but in my human's lap, Views unfold, and life's edges, trimmed.
Gentle nudges replace playful nips, Our bond deepens beyond measure. With age comes calm, a whispered wisdom, Each moment now a cherished treasure.
No longer a pup, yet my heart swells With love and loyalty, rich and bold. So here's to us, the seasoned souls, With stories of love and loyalty, told.
May our naps be long, our treats abound, In this gentle, golden hold. A toast to the noble, aged hearts, Where love and life beautifully unfold.
