Sometimes I forget the white that has slowly crept into your face. I forget that you can't run and play for as long as you would like to. The hours of endlessly chasing a ball seem to dwindle. I will never know how old you are. I will never know how many years we may or may not have together, but I will hold onto every moment. Despite how weird you are I will always love you until every fur is white and until you cannot chase that ball any longer. It almost seems ironic that the most perfect creatures do not stay with us for very long, but have the most to teach us. If you have a pup give em a big hug.
Alabama Hills, California