We all know that our beloved dogs age faster than we do. While we live on, the world whizzes by for them at a speed several times faster that it does around us.

Like the Elves in Tolkien's mythology, who saw the men (the atantari) grow old and die in dismay, we feel a pang of regret as we watch the nose of our dogs slowly turn white, and their energy drop. We remember the time when they used to whizz around non stop after a ball, or with us, tirelessly.
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