I realized his aging when the brown spots on his face began to show streaks of white and he no longer made a mad dash for an adventure in the neighbor whenever the front door opened.
It is not a bad thing, we seem to be at the same speed now, he and I. He enjoys more time snuggling close on the sofa when it is cold and more time just speeding quiet time lying in front of the craft room door while I work.
He is a good companion and he listens well to the ramblings of an old woman.
And thank you for reading the reflections of an old woman.