Skip to comments.Adopting an old dog
Posted on 03/07/2014 8:36:57 AM PST by edcoil
Not sure where this comes from but nice on an old dogs thoughts.
One by One, they pass by my cage, Too old, too worn, too broken, no way. Way past his time, he can't run and play. Then they shake their heads slowly and go on their way.
A little old man, arthritic and sore, It seems I am not wanted anymore. I once had a home, I once had a bed, A place that was warm, and where I was fed. Now my muzzle is gray, and my eyes slowly fail. Who wants a dog so old and so frail?
My family decided I didn't belong, I got in their way, my attitude was wrong. Whatever excuse they made in their head, Can't justify how they left me for dead. Now I sit in this cage, where day after day, The younger dogs get adopted away.
When I had almost come to the end of my rope, You saw my face, and I finally had hope. You saw thru the gray, and the legs bent with age, And felt I still had life beyond this cage. You took me home, gave me food and a bed, And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head.
We snuggle and play, and you talk to me low, You love me so dearly, you want me to know. I may have lived most of my life with another, But you outshine them with a love so much stronger. And I promise to return all the love I can give, To you, my dear person, as long as I live.
I may be with you for a week, or for years, We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears. And when the time comes that God deems I must leave, I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve. And when I arrive at the Bridge, all brand new, My thoughts and my heart will still be with you. And I will brag to all who will hear, Of the person who made my last days so dear.
Get your hanky out ...
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I adopt older dogs & cats
Well, just don’t expect to teach him new tricks, and you’ll be fine.
Thank you for posting.
I adopted a 13 year old Maltese in January. He could barely stand, has no teeth and his tongue hangs out the side of his mouth, ....but as he walked toward me at the pound there was his cute little black eyes and nose and a little lilt in his step that caused his ears to bounce.
I snuggled him and fed him and allowed his horrible hair cut to grow out. He’s gained two pounds and now has enough strength to go for walks and play. He is now my constant companion for as long as he lives. I love him so much!
The more I am around people the more I can’t wait to get home to my 13 yo and 5 yo Labbies. Both rescues.
Oh man... where’s the kleenex box?
Lovely post. Thank you.
I got through very little of that....couldn’t do it.
My current dog & one before her were both rescued senior dogs. I hit the lottery on both - very obedient, well-trained, know how to walk on a leash, etc.
And, as many people already know, the most grateful & loyal dogs are those rescued from a pound.
Thank you for the post.
Our rescue has saved quite a few older dogs. Mine was 10 years old when she was saved and is very healthy and had extensive training. Not sure why someone gave up on her except she suffers from separation anxiety (solved that by adding another dog).
Right now there are 6 senior dogs up for adoption (one is adoption pending).
The vet cut out the growth, stitched her up (no anesthesia, right on the exam table) gave me antibiotics for her and was not optimistic about her recovery chances. He wasn't being cold, just realistic (and wasn't trying to increase his retirement fund from me).
She recovered just fine and in January we started a slow kill heartworm treatment. This Wednesday I took her in for an x-ray to see how bad the heartworm damage is. Her heart and lungs sound and look good, no apparent damage. She has gained 9 pounds.
I'm pleased as punch and she is a wonderful old girl. She can run like a gazelle when she wants to and really seems to be enjoying her life now.
any animal who’s a rescue, they know what abandonment is like. they know what they’ve been through.
our loved pets are joy wrapped in fur.
Thanks for being so kind to the dog and for sharing the story.
Hubby and I adopted an old basset who had been outside in the elements for his whole life, abandoned to a farmer by a nephew who didn’t want him after he and his wife had a baby.
Was offered the dog and after seeing him, we decided to wait as FIL was in the final stages of life and had too much on our plates. A year later, I saw him outside in the pasture as I drove by the farmer’s place. The farmer had been in a tractor accident and was again looking for a home for this 14+ year old basset. I had hubby go and talk to him and a week later, after the farmer had his nephew drive by our place, they decided we would be a good fit for his pal. We named him Otis and he didn’t know how to lay on a dog bed, eat a dog biscuit or play with a toy. When you live your whole life in a barn, sleep on the hay and have mice for friends, change can be hard. Within 6 months, he was snuggled on a HUGE dog bed, eating twice a day, filling up his dog bed with toys from his toychest, chasing butterflies and getting many snuggles from his new mommy and daddy. We knew his time was limited- being outdoors took its toll. He was well cared by his previous daddy, but time took its toll. He had congestive heart failure and the decision was made. We love him dearly and miss him. There were so many times he had a huge smile on his face and we hoped he knew how much we loved him and took it with him. I miss you, Otis. Keep chasing those butterflies!!!
“I got through very little of that....couldnt do it.”
Go back and read the whole thing — it does end well. :)
The only dogs I adopt are old dogs. I feel so sorry for them and I think, “If I don’t, who will?”
People don’t realize what great dogs these old guys and girls are. I never have regretted my decisions.
The downside for some people is the medical expense inevitable in caring for them, but I am fortunate in that I can afford to pay those costs.
I got an old Airedale out of the dog pound and took her coyote hunting. We hunkered in the bushes and I started blowing the howler. She came over and stuck her face almost against mine, made her mouth into a tiny O, and started howling along. Got me laughing and when the coyote arrived the bushes were shaking. She was a great dog for a year then died of old age.
God bless you. Rescues are the best!
Indeed. My county actually has a great shelter. A big new building, lots of volunteers & other good stuff - but it's still a shelter.
Dogs need that constant human companionship, to play, go for walks, etc.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
Thanks and blessings to both of you and the dog.
You're right, it does. It still ripped my guts, though, lol.
Best dog we ever had was a McNabb that wandered into our camp at Pyramid Lake. The dog was about a year old, and was in pretty bad shape. It had worms, still had 2 sets of teeth, and a variety of other physical, and other psychological issues. Once we got her all healthy she turned into one of the happiest and most well behaved dogs we have ever had. It is a joy to take her desert camping, as I know for absolute certainty that she will not wander off (like the male huskies traditionally do), she is free to range and sniff whatever she wants, as she never leaves earshot.
I’m trying to get hired.
I can relate to the old dog.
My life in the past nine months has been crazy. Wife left, adopted daughter now living with her natural mom. Financial issues, divorce issues.
Now it’s just me and the dog. Lady is a 14 year old Lab mix, we got her from the SPCA when she was five. About all she does anymore is eat, sleep, pee and poop.
But I have a throw pillow I put on the floor to sit on. When I do that, Lady comes over and lays her head in my lap.
My best friend.
We have 4 adorable chihuahuas. Bobble was a 5 yr old with balance problems, he wobbles when he walks. Had him for 4 years now, in that whole time he has only had one indoor accident, the first night, and I think he was just nervous and scared. Darla was 10 and Dru was 7, they were a bonded pair we got at the local rescue. They had been starved and their little ribs were sticking out. They had also never been fixed, obviously from a breeding operation. Imagine our surprise when I was so happy they were gaining weight after 3 weeks, imagine my surprise when both had litters! The moms were purebred chis, the pups, not so much. And if I ever find out who bred and dumped my girls, one of whom was 10, well, there is a reason I always have bail money on me.
Our 4th is almost a rescue. We got all the surprise pups adopted to good homes, but we kept Tiggles. He was the runt and a total sweetheart, kinda stupid, but adorable. Darla is a total love sponge, she just wants snuggled on a lap. Dru is more reserved, she’s a little lady, and she makes you work for it, she’s very skittish around men, but once she knows you, the kisses never stop. Old dogs are great, and I wouldn’t trade my babies for anything!
Here's a little advice a vet gave me about taking in an older dog or one of unknown background or age. Make a list of what you are and are not willing to tend to with veternary care. If you do that, giving an unwanted older dog a place in your life and heart has uncountable rewards.
I've had my "orphan" for over two years now. He's fantastic, and always a bit of a challenge. Because of his years on his own, he has a mind of his own about speed and length of walks, about valuing friendship, about being a wonderful house mate. He couldn't be more devoted and loving.
My son was recently married and moved out taking his shepherd. My rat dog is about 5 and lonely and being older myself I was just thinking this morning that we should invite an older dog into the family. Would it be unjust to take my rat dog and let her decide? she is about 12” tall and kept the young male shepherd (very tall) at bay when she wanted. Knowing how dogs have to establish alpha hierarchy, I am concerned a bit.
LOL, the rat terrier on their fb page is just like mine only older!
My wife brought him home and he slept on the floor by her side of the bed. The next morning I went to let him out and he growled at me.I reminded him that I had final say in hi staying or going. He went out side and to my chagrin he did not run away. He did his business and came right back in.
The wife went to work and we took him for a walk when she got home. we got half way around the block and there was this Pomeranian on the porch. It came off the porch and tried to get my wife. Cody got between the other dog and my wife and would not let him near her. I decided that no matter what we were keeping this dog. If he was that willing to protect my wife after that short a period of time that was all I needed to know.
It took almost a year for him to get his confidence back but when he did watch out.
There was this husky that used to run the streets and Cody was always terrified of him. One day the husky made the mistake of coming on our property. He had chased Cody's little sister into my wife's arms. Cody went right after him. I don't know if he was protecting my wife or his little sister Noiree more. Either way the husky took off like a shot never to return. The next morning I took Cody for his walk. Instead of hiding behind me when he saw the husky Cody kept on walking. When the husky saw him he crossed the street until he was well past.
Sadly we only got to have him for seven more years but he really enriched out lives.
I picked our Beagle Buddy up out of the yard at about 5 and a half years. Permanently busted up leg and all. I knew if animal control got him he would be euthanized in 48 hours. He is now 17 and half or so and laying on my foot as I write this comment. I cannot imagine him in a cage at the humane society at his age. I don’t think he’s going to be with us next year this time but I know he’s had a great life with us. The best friend a girl could ever have.
We adopted an old old Corgi that blessed our household for only two years or so before she passed. It was really sad but she knew she was loved through and through in her final year and to this day, that makes me happy! So I did it again, only this time I adopted a 12 or 13 year old Beagle that was looking for love and family. I’ve had him almost 3 years now, and he’s been on the expensive side due to teeth and whatnot, but I would not have it any other way. I’m not sure what’s next, or when, but once you take in an old dog and you feel what it is like to provide a warm, happy and stable place for them to grow old(er) in... well, there’s just no turning back. I don’t know when it will be, and I hope it’s a long way off, but I am certain my next adoption will be another 10+ year old looking for a warm, happy and quiet life.
when we adopted our last dog (she was our 4th pick as they were adopting out so many it was a 4 hour wait) we had to go home and bring our older dog to see if they would get along before we were allowed to adopt. that was in 2003. he died 2 yaers ago at 13 and she died last year about the same age. we have been lucky in taht all the new dogs and the established dogs got along fine. the last 3 were lab mixes.
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Do read the quote from a certain favorite Golden lover, my FRiend. :o)
After 67 years as a CAT person, I adopted a 6yo mutt named Sparky. His previous owner kept his space clean and kept him well fed but totally ignored him. For the last 8 years the relationship has become a question if he is my dog, am I his person or what. I think it is more of we are each other’s other! He is now slower, older and deaf but then again I am not much better physically: older, slower and hearing impaired. However, we are good company for each other!
PS: After 8 years he and Molly, my 15yo cat, at best, tolerate each other!
Prayers for you and your friend who will never leave you and never hurt you.
Good luck to you and Lady.
Both my dawgs are rescues.
My little blue healer sits in my lap for the first hour I’m home from work every day. My aussie sits at the foot of the recliner. I have been blessed.
Tip of the hat, brother. Hope all is well.
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