Words and Images from Ed Felker

Grey

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The other day, for the first time, I noticed grey hair around Winnie’s eyes. It’s not that I never imagined her old, on the contrary in many ways she has always seemed old. But Winnie has seemed more youthful and has played more in the last year with Baby P and Monkey than she probably has her whole life. Our vet, who has known her since she was eight weeks old, recently told me she was the absolute picture of health and fitness, and at a perfect weight. So while the years are starting to stack up (she’ll turn eight this summer), it’s not that I’m worried about her. I guess I just never really expected the age of her body to ever catch up to that of her soul.

2 Responses

  1. JA Shtogren

    As Arkansas poet Miller Williams declared from the top of a bar in the French Quarter at the end of a long night of serious drinking, “Gravity is out to get us all–but not tonight dear friends and not likely tomorrow.” So then we had another.

    February 6, 2016 at 12:15 pm

    • Dispatches from the Potomac

      Boy do I love that.

      February 6, 2016 at 12:21 pm

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