I have four dogs. Three of them are senior. My youngest will be a senior next month. This is about Pepper my smallest and oldest. He is about 16 years old and his time on this earth is almost over. He is not doing well. I will take him to the vet tomorrow. It maybe time to let him go. I’m not even sure he will live through the night.
My heart is breaking as I type this. Pepper was about one year old, when he came to live with me. He found cat food on the front porch and decided to stay.
I will face whatever comes. Pepper will not be the first are the last pet. That will come and give me great joy.
It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them, and every new dog who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of there heart. If I live long enough all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are. Anonymous
Peace be with you Ridgerunner