Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Grab the kleenex...


Today as I watched my sweet puppy asleep by the fire, I thought about how many years we will get to share with him. This made me think about him 10+ years from now and then wonder where we'll all be at that stage in our lives. So of course I got a little teary eyed and just held him tight and tried to stay in the present.

So, anyone else in need of a good cry? Then click on the link below and listen to this song about an aging Golden Retriever.

  • Golden Oldie

  • In case you're not able to listen here are the lyrics:

    Golden Oldie
    (music: Heather T. Strong & lyrics: Kate Connick)

    The calendar betrays my dog.
    So cruel in its measures.
    Old timers, few and far between;
    Golden oldies are real treasures.

    Eyes have gotten cloudy.
    Legs, now stiff and slow.
    Her pretty silver muzzle
    Shimmers like the snow.
    She doesn't have much longer,
    But she doesn't know.
    She doesn't have much longer,
    But she doesn't know.

    Fetch the paper. Fetch the ball.
    Youth can't be retrieved.
    Heart is willing, spirit strong.
    But time won't be deceived.
    It marches on and takes its toll
    The wounded heart will grieve.

    So many lost too early,
    Felled while in their prime.
    So lucky, I, to have been blessed
    With precious, borrowed time.
    She rests beside me on the floor.
    This golden dog, I do adore.
    Thirteen years, but I want more.
    Thirteen years, but I want more.

    Fetch the paper. Fetch the ball.
    Youth can't be retrieved.
    Heart is willing, spirit strong.
    But time won't be deceived.
    It marches on and takes its toll
    The wounded heart will grieve.

    This golden dog has come to be
    An essential part of me.
    The day will come to say goodbye.
    I'll curse the gods and ask them why.
    If only time could be denied.
    If only time could be denied.

    Fetch the paper. Fetch the ball.
    Youth can't be retrieved.
    Heart is willing, spirit strong.
    But time won't be deceived.
    It marches on and takes its toll
    The wounded heart will grieve.
    Until it catches up to us,
    We will not concede.
    Until it catches up to us,
    We will not concede.

    For anyone who's ever loved and lost a pet, I apologize for bringing tears to your eyes. Just love the ones you have while you have them and appreciate each and every day you can. Same goes for people too.

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