Observations of Aging


This morning during my morning coffee I became aware of the progression of aging in my Max.  A little more scruffy and not so fluffy anymore.  As in his youth he would sit next to his bowl and stare at me until I became conscious of his needs.  Now in his progressive age, and to my surprise, he warbles, chants and hums his lofty requests.  He is constant at supplying inspiration and humor for me even before I start my day.  Here is hoping  that you have a Max in your life.


My Max when young would sit and stare

When what he wanted was not there

So in his youth he’d visualize

To what he wanted with his eyes

Now more mature impatient he

And what he’d wish his dish to be

Is arbitrary his voice his plea






Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s