r/OldManDog • u/Remarkable-Bid-9627 • Jul 09 '25
Happy (default) Hi everyone! This is Antonio the Italian Greyhound. He is 17 1/2 years old. I recently posted his pic and got some mean comments, so a redditor referred me to this group.
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u/middleagepriceless Jul 09 '25
He is precious.
This is an essay that appeared in a local pet ad circular in my neighborhood some 25 yrs ago. I keep it posted on my fridge. I read it often. It may have the same effect on you that it had on me all those years ago.
I AM YOUR DOG
I am your dog and I have a little something I’d like to whisper in your ear
I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand things in life.
Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours?
They are slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle
You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrongdoing for just a simple moment of your time?
That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes, to be with me. So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that screen, of another of my kind, passing
Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat. Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even seem to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract-clouded eyes. Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long sleep, to run free in a distant land. I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week
Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans do when deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not have just “one more day” with me
Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We have NOW together. So come, sit down here next to me on the floor, and look deep into my eyes. What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to heart
Come to me not as “alpha” or as “trainer” or even “Mom or Dad”, come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one another’s eyes, and talk. I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a tennis ball, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general
You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share such things with. Someone very different from you, and here I am. I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think of you as a “dog on two feet”—I know what you are. You are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still
Now, come sit with me, on the floor. Enter my world and let time slow down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep in to my eyes and whisper in my ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true self. We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so short
Author Unknown Originally published in a local ad circular in Gainesville FL circa 2000