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When I Couldn’t Keep Up With My Young Dog …

… when my old dog moves so slowly, when I want to leave him behind,

I think of all those years, thousands of miles by now,

when I couldn’t keep up with my young dog,

and he always waited, never left me behind.

My old dog

Keith Amdur

Tuesday 27th of December 2016

Oh jeees I knew I should not read me crying.I remember like it was yesterday.I have a new love in my life(Emma Lou,yellow lab) but I`ll never get over my boy Shoodoobe.Yes that`s his name


Wednesday 11th of November 2015

Cherish Ace, as I know you are.

Lindsay Stordahl

Friday 13th of November 2015

Thank you.


Tuesday 10th of November 2015

This is so sweet.

Rachel @ My Two Pitties

Monday 9th of November 2015

Very sweet poem. Makes me think of Zoey. She was such a fireball when she was young. You can still see it in her eyes but her body can't keep up anymore. At least she's happy. :)

Lindsay Stordahl

Tuesday 10th of November 2015

Aww, sweet Zoey.


Monday 9th of November 2015

This made me cry. An old dog is a very special dog. As you know.