Look into the eyes of a senior dog. What do you see? I see memories. I see the most loyal, devoted dog I've ever known. I see the glorious fur and amazing personality that emerged from the mass of matted fur we rescued eight years ago. I see the dog that would lay his head on my knee and gaze at me with love in his eyes. I see the dog that would only sleep on the floor on my side of the bed, no matter how many comfy beds were available a few feet away. I see the dog that reveled in trips to the dog park, barking with joy at each turn along the way. I see him, head held high, tail tightly curled as he entered the gate, proud to be alive; proud to be with us. As his eyes continue to dim, as his strength fades, I still see the dog he was; the dog he will always be, in MY eyes.