Sometimes the people I own take me on a car ride to the house we use to live in. The smells and the sounds frighten me, but I do like feeling the earth beneath my paws again. It’s not the same anymore though. I used to sprint out the door and travail around the woods. I’d lick dew off blades of grass and chase bugs for hours. I never paid attention before to the chill in the air and how my hip hurts when it’s cold.
I didn’t sprint this time. I meandered along sniffing the air and wishing I was on my soft blanket looking out of the window. I saw a bug and couldn’t be bothered by it. I think my opinion of what makes me happy has changed lately. In my youth, I was happy chasing. In my older age, I’m content with a warm place to lay and an occasional scratch on my ear. I still like to drink the water drops off the grass though. They will always be delicious.
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