Pets have been on my mind a lot lately. My 14 year old mini-dachshund has decrepit little kidneys and was given a death sentence last Christmas, but he's still here, slow, smelly, but otherwise still enjoying his life.
Three years ago his german shepherd "sister" died at the age of 13 and a half. And I include that last half year because shepherds don't often last beyond 12. My Eika was my sweetheart.
Recently two of my office mates put down their beloved dog who provided love and loyalty for 9 years.
This is the time of life when the dogs my friends and I got for our children are wearing out and dying off. We're all walking around with holes in our hearts.
The New York Times this week published a commentary titled "The Pain of Loving Old Dogs". Of her old dog Clarke, columnist Margaret Renkl wrote "He was the dog of our sons’ childhood, the pillow they sprawled on during Saturday-morning cartoons, the security blanket they returned to after an impossible test or a classroom bully or, later, a broken heart." We all had or have a dog like that.
Dogs don't just expand our hearts, they enliven our homes. The National Association of Realtors reports that 95 percent of homebuyers believe it is important that a housing community make room for pets.
Here are some other stats from the NAR about the power of pets.
I'll wind this down with some laughter. Long before dogs were old, they were young. And very cute and very funny.
Enjoy the video.