I lift up my muzzle from my forepaws because of a noise that was disrupting my sleep. My only explanation was it was Fagin's feet. He's been working for the Fox worth's, now thriving with good money. I yawn and shake my head to get myself awake. Since I've aged to 8 years of age, I've been getting tired more easily. However, I can still provide for the gang and I. Everyone else here has also aged with the passing time.
The pups have also grown up and now live on the other side of town. Though they have owners of their own, they come by frequently to visit. Last I heard from Pepper, he had gotten herself a job as a cop dog. I'm proud of her for taking care of this city along with the local policemen. After a health scare with my health, I couldn't become a mother again.
"Mornin' darling." Dodger said lovingly. I look over to my aged mate and give him a lick on the cheek. "Morning to you too dear." I reply, giving a tired yawn. "Did you get enough sleep?" he asks me, giving me a nuzzle on my head. "With my age, what is sleep anymore?" I say, feeling my age. "Well, I just hope you did get enough." Dodger said, licking me. I nuzzle him back.
Looking at my mate, I saw clearly that he's aged well with the passing time. His fur coat had gotten somewhat fluffer. Old age had crept up on the two of us. Despite all of that, we were still the same New York City hearted street dogs that we always were at heart. We had always retained a position of great respect for the gang.
"I'm home guys!" Fagin calls, walking down the old staircase. I get up off of my bed and jump down on the old wooden floor great our master. Because of my old bones, I wasn't able to jump around like I used too. We all greeted him as he made his way to his chair. Tito immediately jumped up onto Fagin's lap in a bundle of joy.
I rest my fore body on Fagin's lap and wagged my tail vigorously. "Hey old girl." he said, rubbing my ears, getting me to tilt my head. Feeling him pet me like this made me see that he was happy to have us around. We all loved this man with all of our hearts because he brings us into his home, gives us food, and a roof over our heads. Dodger was devoted to him also.
Ever since Rita's pups have become young adults, we rarely see them because of their own lives in NYC. It's honestly really sad but we both know that they're thriving in this city just like Dodger and my pups. Ryan has also been around frequently to see us. Even though he's much older, he still acts like a young puppy whenever he's around Rita. Everytime I see it, it makes my heart soar.
Later on today, I would go out into the city to get us some food. Dodger, of course, wanted to accompany me. But he didn't want to smother me and I was fine with it. I love Dodger dearly but I did need some time alone.
Fagin then switches on the television that was in front of his chair. I lay down beside him with my fore legs out in front of me and both of my hind legs on my right side. Dodger laid down beside me. Rita too lays down with us.
Rita had gotten fluffier due to her age. The fur around her muzzle and eyes had lit up to show her old age. Despite that, she was still thriving and still as street tough as she's always has been. Fagin had switched to his favorite show, Fraiser. I don't know much about it but I know that he watches it all the time.
Dodger lays his head on my forelegs and sighed happily. Being with my family is everything that I could ask for. We didn't have to deal with anything bad and we took advantage of the lifestyle we were living in. All of us appreciated this very much and we couldn't be happier.