My dog is 15 years old
He’s still a champ
As far as senior age goes
He has a hard time getting up
It’s a struggle
His hips are going
He walks slow
And when I let him out
In the morning
He pees for 30-40 seconds straight
Nonstop
You’d think he was pissing
His last piss
One of them will be
His teeth are receding
Or falling out
He smells terrible
But I don’t tell him
I just wash and shampoo him
As often as I can
He doesn’t like it
He tolerates it
Sometimes baring his teeth
Under a curled black lip
I have to remind him
Who I am
These days
He’s shedding so much hair
I fear for his masculinity
I vacuum it up daily
Filling canisters
And dumping them
In the trash
When I tell him
I love him
He looks at me unresponsive
Or quizzically
Through foggy brown eyes
We’ve been through a lot together
He’s slow to take a treat
He’s maintenance now
Long past are the days
Where I threw a stick
Out into the Delaware River
Over and over
It didn’t matter
How far I threw it
Cocoa
Would always
Swim out and retrieve it
Bring it back to shore
And tease me
With it
Running around
Refusing to give it up
Easily
Baring perfect teeth
Sunk into the wood’s flesh
Growling
I miss that fight
My friend