feeling my age

Rhythm strolled easily over the spring grasses of the plains, with the warmer weather she was moving so much easier. The old woman was able to cut back sharply on her medicines, and she felt younger than she had in years. However, her age was visible over all of her body. Her fur had shed out much whiter this year. She wasn’t near as dark chocolate as she used to be and her facial features were nearly covered in white. Her paws and tail held silver streaks heavily that concentrated at the points of her body. She was looking a little hunched, but moved more smoothly than she had this previous winter.

She slept a lot more now too, but this morning she was bright and alert as Feather led her down the banks of the creek. Rhythm’s lips were pulled back in a soft smile as she just enjoyed being alive. Her time here was limited she knew, and did her best to make the most of what remained. She had to for everyone that she remembered and couldn’t be here to do so with her. Feather’s voice sang and Rhythm nodded, yes this was a good place to stop. Rhythm’s paws kneaded into the warm stone as she lowered herself to the ground with a stretch and yawn.