I know we are not the same as when I came to my forever home seven years ago. Over the past year, my fur has turned snowy white. I blend into the pale comforter on the bed. My little face is wizened like a very old woman. I know when you look at me, you see a mirror image of yourself- your older reflection staring back, only through my still-loving, and devoted brown eyes. You do not hide or cover up my soft, silvery strands the way a humans does, trying to preserve the last shreds of youth. 

I have loved you more with each year that has passed. Old canine love is special—Each day is a precious gift as life fades away. I know you are taking more pictures of me. Even when I’m asleep. (You think I don’t notice, but I do…) You never complain about my many accidents. I dotry to go on the paper. I’m not able to stand on my paws for a bath, so you hold me in your water soaked arms. And our many trips to the vet—I perk up for those occasions so the doctor won’t worry about me. 

You don’t leave me alone nearly as much. I’m getting many more belly rubs. And you bring out my old favorite squeaky toys to try to renew my puppyhood When we walk outside you are behind me to gently hoist me up the stairs. Or to carry me. 

I don’t have to bark for you, my human. You are just there. I am your snowy Valentine. And you are mine. We are old dogs together. I wrap my paw around your hand. And there it will rest for the remainder of our journey.