Her breath was rank and her fur mottled. Old age was not kind. With ears flat and tail tucked in, he eased to a nearby shaded area. Sweet tinged air welcomed him. If it had a color, it would be cool lavender with an elusive wisp of the bitter earth. Lying down for a nap, he nuzzled the sweet emanating grass, blissful in his solitude. His tail swayed in the breeze, teasing the smell from the grass.
