| A fuzzy furball looks at me as if to say "pet me". And yet he skitters playfully away across the bed. A crashing sound within the night a moaned reply "what now!" as shadows race across the floor and ricochet against my hip. And yet as they grow older my furry friends will disdain to come within my reach and turn their back on me. Dignity will grow with them and walk with them thru life. And carry them thru old age and the final rites of life. |