The grey whiskers appeared almost overnight. In the blink of an eye, my dog had matured beyond the youthful puppy I have known for 9 years. Sure she still has the spunk of a young pup on occasion but I can slowly see time creeping up on her faster than I would like it to.
My solace lies in the fact that our affection for each other is timeless. Her devotion to me, whether her joints are currently aching and she has no desire to jump on my bed, is endless. She is, and will continue for years to be, my true companion. She is happy to see me when I have returned home after four hours or four minutes. She never judges my idiosyncrasies and she still manages to hear my soft sobs when I am trying to quietly cry and she comes to clean away the salty tears.
I thought my life was full before she came along. I was dead wrong. We have always had dogs. Growing up, my life was filled with hairballs and doggy kisses. But Callaway is a unique soul. There is not a doubt in my mind that she was meant to be my dog. The picture we fell in love with on the adoption website (the one above) was a picture of her brother but it was Callaway who came into my life and into my heart. I fought for her during my divorce because I couldn’t imagine my house without her in it.
I know I must face the inevitable – time will not go backwards and those grey hairs on her muzzle will slowly multiply, but so will the grey hairs on my head. We will face this truth together knowing that however long we were destined to be in each other’s lives, we will make the most of each moment.