Today we were walking along the banks of the Petaluma River looking for birds, when we came across this friendly couple looking like they were doing the same thing.
Every day this lady takes her dog friend to the ice cream truck on the corner of Arlington and Boylston Streets and buys it a small cup of vanilla. It’s their daily ritual.
She always buys herself a cone.
Old age slows us down. That’s a given. But there are some people who accept their infirmities gracefully and just keep on chugging. This guy is one of them. He’s almost deaf and walks very slowly, bent over with a cane. He’s kind, always polite, almost courtly.
When I took this picture, he was trudging back to his house after taking his beloved Corgi for a walk. It’s a regular part of his day and we’ve never seen him go by without his sportcoat on even though his place is deep in the country and there is no need for that kind of formality.
The dog and he are such close companions. It is always lovely to see the two of them together.
No further words necessary.