Libby is approaching 80 years-old in dog years. I still think she’s beautiful. She may be gray and her skin may hang a bit loose — and she may have a hard time getting on the bed now — but she’s still a puppy at heart. She has what most humans dream of… a family that loves her, and someone who still likes the way she looks at her age.
Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.