In the quaint little house on Maple Lane, lives dear old Henry, who once raced the train. Now half deaf and half blind, but still full of glee, he dreams of adventures wild and free.

When his owners are busy, with no time to play, Henry finds fun in his own special way. Both doors swing open, both back and the front, and Henry gets ready, for a zoom and a hunt!

Around the room, with a playful zoom, he darts like a rocket, goes from gloom to bloom! Through the back door, in a whirling dash, out the front door, makes a speedy flash!

Across the yard, in a circular spin, a whirlwind with wisps of silky tin. Past the oak tree, through flowers galore, the zoomies are on—watch Henry soar!

Old bones may creak, but his spirit's young, with every leap, sweet joy is sung. Around again, through the open gate, the world is his oyster, not a moment too late!

Over the hedges, he's a tan blur, dodging past bush and whirring fur. His twinkling eyes catch the bright sun rays, leading him onward when the world’s a maze.

The zoomies are fading, his energy spent, Henry's in search of a sweet, leafy scent. He sniffs the air, basking in the breeze, finding a nap spot beneath the trees.

Though zoomies may fade, his heart's still alight, dreaming of timers when speed was his flight. Wrapped in slumber, grand adventures unfold, as dreams of new zoomies begin to mold.

Then with a sigh and a gentle snore, Henry drifts deeper, adventures galore. Until tomorrow, when doors swing wide, the world will wait for his zoomie ride.

So worry not, sweet Henry, though time presses on, your zoomies will last when daylight is gone. For every swift journey begins in the heart, and old puppies know that they never truly part.