Tuesday, November 11, 2008

My old man

My best pal is has been with me since 2000. I rescued him as a young stray and I, along with my family, fell quickly in love. I named him after an angel, Gabriel, because he came to me at a time when I most needed him. And I think if it were not for him, there are times when I would have just been plain lost. 

I am so grateful to have Gabe in my life. The other day I included him in my blog and then later that same night- as he sat on the floor with my one-year-old grandson, I thought again of how much he means to me.


I pulled out the camera and we had an impromptu photo session. He is not fond of the shoots, but he loves me so he tolerates it.


The vet says that he is about 11 or 12 years old in human years. And, Doc reassures me that my old friend is in great shape for his advanced years. I see him aging fast and it breaks my heart but I have promised him that I will make his last few years as comfy as possible. 

We jokingly call him Scooby because, though he is named after an angel, over the years he has proven his ability to  find his way into many, “Ruh, Rho Raggy,” situations!


We have been through a lot together and every once in a while, I just have to relish in the miracle of my pal.

"Be sure to photograph my good side."

"Oh, Don't forget to get my beauty mark."

"Okay, I'm done."

"Don't you have something better to be doing?"

"Really. Go away kid, you're bothering me."

I just love my old man.

1 comment:

Carol said...

There is nothing better than the love of a great dog! Enjoy your puppy kisses! (Some advice: video tape him with your kids and grandbaby!!)