Something About Infirmities

My longtime companion, Apollo, is a

going-on-18-years Chihuahua, old and

gray like me. Over the years we have

been though thick and thin together.

I know, and so does he. Only difference

is that he looks at me and cannot explain.

I can see his arthritic pain growing on

him every day.

I myself, going-on 72-years, am afflicted

with the same disabling condition. I look

at Apollo and say, I feel your pain, old

friend.

Unlike you, however, I have this cane to

assist me in getting around. Needless to

say, I cannot explain to him either. Oh

well, regardless of our mutual infirmities,

we two shall continue to give our love and

support to one another as long as we’re

able to breathe. Only difference between

you and me I can see is that you were

born a son-of-a-bitch naturally; over time,

I had my choices, and willfully grew into

the decrepit son-of-a-bitch I turned out
to be.

Chris Hanch 10-7-18