As i sat on that comfy seat i looked into his weary octogenarian eyes as he looked in the distance...
I followed his eyes to see for myself what he stared at in that way...
But where he looked was only a glass window...and a "normal" tree outside...
I turned to him again...
He still looked outside...
Bobby had moved up to him...
He stared right into the man's eyes...his tail wagged...as he rubbed his head against the man's knee...
I touched Bobby...rubbed his neck...
The man still stared outside...i did not look at him now...i fixated my eyes on Bobby's black fur...
I remember the glass coffee table,the white fluffy carpet,Bobby's black fur,that window...his eyes,wrinkly yet strong,strong yet weak,like a soldier who had fought his wars,a man who had lived his life...and i could feel tears well up in my eyes...
His eyes spoke - A wordless speech: "LIVE YOUR LIFE"
