Home on the Range: Thoughts on Growing Old - From Abby Lab's Friend Simba Who Is Almost 16.

Monday, July 8, 2019

Thoughts on Growing Old - From Abby Lab's Friend Simba Who Is Almost 16.

“It`s not how old you are, it`s how you are old.”
― Jules Renard

"Those who love deeply, never grow old. They may die of old age, but they die young."
--Ben Franklin

"If your heart has peace, nothing can disturb you."
--Dalai Lama

"There's a treat in your pocket-- I know it."

Simba the Golden Retriever.

3 comments:

Old NFOJuly 8, 2019 at 9:15 PM
Pretty pup, and yes, she's old judging from the white muzzle...
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SarthurkJuly 8, 2019 at 11:14 PM
I lived with brother and sister Goldens for 13 & 14 years. I wish I could show the photo of them innocently coming back from the bay, across the road they we not to get near. And we're talking up the bay where the mud is 2 feet deep. Black and tan, sort of. Oh the smug smiles on their faces.
Sister went fast. Brother hung on until I had to take him to the vet one day. The vet said I did the right thing.
Mud Goldens. No wonder we didn't let them in the house much.
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MonkeywranglerJuly 9, 2019 at 7:13 AM
Awww, what a gorgeous silver face!
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On the white cliffs of Dover
where freedom still dares
and the sand on the beaches
lay quiet as air;
on the bluffs lies an aircraft
who naught made it home
comrades anxiously waiting
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Hope flew in their hearts
like an eagle above
while they waited in silence
for friends that they love;
but ghosts can't come back
bearing the tales
of flying home crippled
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They'd traveled so far
to set down their life
leaving just memories
amidst all the strife;
as night waned on the cliffs
and the sea mourned alone
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as we look at old photos
faces eternally young;

The white cliffs of Dover
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