Baxter is waiting for you at the Humane Society of Boulder Valley.
When I get older losing my fur
Many years from now
Will you still be feeding me a rawhide treat
Walk beside me, soothing my whine
If I’d been out till quarter to three
Open the doggie door
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four
You’ll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you
I could be loving, lying with you
When your friends have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday morn’ let’s go for a ride
Lie in the garden, sniffin’ the weeds
Who could ask for more
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four
