The Old Dog

The old dog lay on the couch, with his head on the young boy’s lap. Every dog needed a boy.

The old dog dreamed of the day when he could see clearly. When he could run without wheezing. He dreamed of when his legs had no pain. He dreamed of a land full of slow, easily caught squirrels. And he dreamed of a time when diabetes didn’t slow him down.  The old dog dreamed pleasant dreams. Dreams that every dog deserves to dream.

He had had three owners.  But God smiled on good dogs: He had finally found his boy.  And the boy had finally found his dog. The young boy loved the old dog.  The old dog loved the young boy.

The old dog sighed.  His life was nearing an end. But he couldn’t imagine dog heaven being any more beautiful.

The old dog looked at his boy. His dreams had come true.