Every since we adopted Dustin (the wonder dog) we’ve gotten emails from people who thanked us for adopting an older dog. In each case I felt like we didn’t need to be thanked. We were the ones who came out ahead. It’s like bending over and picking up a diamond everyone else just passsed by. I got lucky and made out like a bandit. So don’t thank me, I got the diamond. And yes, my 10-year old dog is a diamond. He came to me housebroken, calm, polite, and loving. And right from the get-go he’s given us so much joy.
The other odd thing is that despite all the work you’re in for people want puppies because they’re cute and playful. But Dustin doesn’t know he’s not a puppy. Yes, he’s a little stiff in the morning but he’s always ready to go for a walk. And he trots down the street like he’s got an appointment to make. He has warts and is a little gray around the muzzle but show him a squeaky ball and get ready to play. He also loves a good tug of war. And cute? He’s got a face that always makes me smile.
So what did I do? I adopted a mature dog that knows not to go in the house. Knows not to chew on the furniture, who loves to play and can still outrun me. Like I said, I got the diamond.
A friend sent me the following poem. It’s about adopting an older dog. WARNING, it’s a tear jerker. But I’m adding it here cause it does bring home the point that older dogs have a lot to offer and any dog adopted out of a shelter is a life rescued — and a friend for life.
>> ONE BY ONE …
>>
>> 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 grey, 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 grey, 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.
>>
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