My humans are the greatest hunters the world has ever seen. They always come home with food. They succeed in every hunt ;)

Now I am old. The fur around my muzzle is grey and my joints ache when we go out for a walk. Yet she remains unchanged! Her hair is glossy, her skin still fresh, her step still sprightly. Time doesn't touch her and I love her still. ;)

For generations she has guarded my family. Since the days of my great-great-great-great-great-grandfather she has kept us safe. For so long we thought her immortal. But now I see it differently, for just as my fur grows grey and my joints grow stiff, so too do hers. She did not take in my children, but she gave them to her children. I will be the last she cares for. My only hope is that I am able to last until her final moments. The death of one of her kind is so rare. The ending of a life so long is such a tragedy. She has seen so much, she knows so much. I know she takes comfort in my presence. I only wish that I will be able to give her this comfort until the end. ;)

They live so long..., but the good ones still bond with us for our entire lives. These immortals are so kind. We must be good friends to them. ;)

Sounds like something I'd read on r/Showerthoughts . (Somewhat deep)

Joe do you have friends offline? . . . . . .

Why does she only ask for my peepee when no one else is around but laugh at me when i want to use it when they are around?

Do you ever leave your room? Or are you stuck there because your afraid of the sun and antisocial. I picture you as the weird ass kid who spends his time studying the internals of animals. Ripping open birds just to see where they keep the eggs...