I think it was probably a while ago that I got to be too old to be the boy in the proverbial pair, but it's hard to feel all that old with a creature that burns so fast and bright.
I'm not the only one who can be both old and young at once. My dear, white-faced friend is showing his five years a little these days, if only in the fur.
He hasn't, though, needed any reminders from Comet about what it means to be a dog. At heart, he's still a goofy puppy who lives for a trail or a tennis ball. He' s just gotten better at catching those balls or judging what particular rattle of the keys means he's coming along on the trip.
What is it about a dog that encourages an unselfconscious sentimentality? Maybe it has to do with all the unselfconscious adoration they send your way.