Answer:
I'm an old relative who's hand's can't hold anything and eyes canβt see anything
I am the kind of dog that chases anything red. What am I?
Marking mortal privation when firmly in place. An enduring summation inscribed in my face.
When you take away the whole from me, there is always some left. What am I?
I am a ship that can be made to ride the greatest waves. I am not built by tool, but built by hearts and minds. What am I?
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.