She is running in her sleep
Chasing sheep?
My ageing Border Collie
No longer at her fittest
She only sprints in dreams
Recalling memories of working
She was never good at that though
Sheep didn't bother her
So she hardly bothered them
And the farmer gave up
The result was a blessing for me
More than ten years after rescuing her
She still moves me to tears at times
I wish I could return her to fitness
Sadly, the Arthritus won't allow it
So she accompanys me
We stroll together
At our own pace
And she is my girl
My friend
And I am her ageing companion
Together we get older
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