Aging’s cruel!  Not one thing I like about it.

Seeing old Abner here, all I wanta do is cuss.

Shoulda seen him when he was a pup and ran faster’n any hare. Could that dog leap!  Sailed in the air after grabbing any frisbee I threw.  And he’d do it all day ‘til my arm wore out.

Now looka him.  Lies around cuz tumors and ‘ritis don’t make it easy to get up.  Sees me and grins, but wagging his tail makes us both wince.

Cuz I ache and am older’n dirt, I spend most days wondering who’ll go first.