Warm at my back, black Aberdeen dreams his fourteen years chasing - never catching cat and deer. Awake he seeks me if I leave his sight. Howls the agony of my upstairs to his down. His almond eyes give the lie to a gentle way companion in migraine patient with children. He cannot hear me when I call – stares heavenward for long spells. Smells better than any dog I know. I carry him upstairs, set him on my bed, turn out the light. Warm at my back, black Aberdeen Goodnight.