There's something about an old dog.

It might be in their soul.

Those calming glowing orbs,

So focused on your own.

 

There's something about an old dog.

It might be in their bark. 

The rough grumpiness that escapes,

The snores that come at night.

 

There's something about an old dog.

It might be in their smile.

The droppy hanging tongue.

The ears that just perk up.

 

There's something about an old dog.

Time has not been kind.

Their bones are weak and weary.

Their fur no longer shines.

 

There's something about an old dog.

When he's no longer there.

His favorite place is empty now,

I leave space on my shelf.

 

There's something about an old dog.

Who came all those years ago.

Stealing with him my heart,

Now I have to see him go.

 

There's something about an old dog.

Who once used to be young.

I carry his heart with me.

Just as I know he carries mine.