All of my dogs have passed me in years. The siblings, Flounder and Feather will be 10 in January. Lady, the stray who adopted us, is of unknown age, but she has a tattoo on her thigh that says, "D. Boone Killed A Bar With This Dog..."
When Flounder and Feather arrived as insane bouncy pups, we had a chocolate Lab named Ranger who was 12 years old. To differentiate between Ranger and the new arrivals, we just referred to Feather and Flounder as "the pups". Now almost ten years later we still call them "the pups" even though they have grey muzzles, worn teeth, and a little less bounce.
Lady joined us in the winter of '97. Lady was a "dumpee".In the country, people will dump unwanted dogs and cats. I don't know what they are thinking when they do this. Does the pet dumper think that starving to death, getting hit by a car, or killed by coyotes is a kinder fate than the pound?
Anyway, Lady refused to leave and it wasn't long before the kids had named her. I fed her because I couldn't watch her starve and well, you know the rest of the story. Lady was old when she adopted us 7 years ago, so she has to be a really old dog. She's deaf and doesn't see too well, but otherwise she's like the Energizer bunny.
I find it frustrating that dogs have such short lifespans. Of course, they live longer now than my childhood dogs did. Here in Florida, before heartworm preventatives were developed, your dog was almost destined to get infected and die by 5 or 6 years of age. We get alot more time with them these days, so I suppose I should be grateful for that. Still, If I were in charge, I would have given dogs a much longer lifespan.
"If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die, I want to go where they went." Will Rogers
I'm with you Will...