|Barked: Mon Apr 25, '11 9:18pm PST |
|I think you hit the nail on the head, Urban Hounds. Often times, our first experiences with death is when we lose a pet. And since dogs are the most popular choice, it's quite often a dog. When a dog spends so many years with you, you learn to associate those years with the dog. Whenever I think of my middle school years, I think of Chance. Whenever I think of high school, I'll think of Cinnamon. And I suppose that one day, whenever I think of college, I'll think of Sandy. There's a quote that goes "Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives." and I find that truer words have never been uttered.
While on the topic of dealing with the realization that your senior dog is suddenly a senior, I have to ask, has anyone else been a bit blinded by it? I'm thinking of Chance when I ask this question. I know it might sound odd. Because I knew Chance was a senior, I'd accepted it, I'd noticed the subtle changes in his personality. But has anyone else... not noticed other changes in their senior dog? Today, I was looking through his pictures on my old Myspace page so I could save them to my computer and then to a disk. The pictures were in order, the oldest being 2007. And as I looked through them, I noticed him ageing progressively. Each year that passed, he looked older in the picture. In the first ones, he looked so young. He had no skin tumors, his weight was perfect, his eyes were bright. Then, as I went through the pictures, I saw that young, healthy dog... age. It was something I hadn't noticed while he was alive and with me. But by the end, I was seeing a completely different looking dog than the one that he'd been in 2007. Of course, I know he was the same dog (and loved him just as much when he was here with me) but he looked so different. Those signs that I'd missed when he was here hit me in the face. I was just wondering if that has ever happened to anyone else. I guess I loved him so much when he was here with me that I just didn't notice the changes in the way he looked. I paid more attention to the changes in his behavior, because those seemed more important and I guess I'd assumed those would be what would tell me in the end when it was his time to go.
Edited by author Mon Apr 25, '11 9:18pm PST
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