Old dogs

Saw a very elderly canine that used to hang out in front of a nearby coffee shop. He was skinnier, whiter in the muzzle, and his poor old legs each splayed in a different direction, but he was out walking as much as his old bones would allow. The owner said he couldn't make it to the coffee joint any more, but was still eager to get out. My mother, when hearing about this old creature, said she knew how he felt, and we walked slowly onward.