Lifelong Friend

In old age, a Tewksbury Foot Basset’s greatest hope is to be adopted into Moyra’s Peapack home. There, dinner is no competition and no night is bitter or lonely, yet he would spend the daytime happily back at the kennel. After car rides back and forth, he would hobble from her car, and she would look to him and beckon “come on, old man,” the way a woman might call to her husband of fifty years. And he would begin to trot behind her, his lifelong friend, who was there at his birth, and would be beside him at death.