Ops, I Googled Again
I Googled how old my dog is in people years the other day.
When will I ever learn that Google is not always my friend?!
As a large breed dog, at 5 years old she is evidently the equivalent of a 40 year old person.
In less then a year, at 6 years old, she will be considered a senior dog!
I became irrationally afraid that my dog is going to die. Heck, I almost cried over the thought. I skipped over all the steps of slowing down and aging and went straight to not having her in my life. (As a side note she is perfectly healthy and happy and for all we know she could live to be 10 or even 15 years old).
I grew up with outdoor dogs and farm dogs. Oddly I had a purebred and registered Golden Retriever as an outdoor farm dog and now I have a rescue mixed breed mutt as an indoor, family dog.
But our giant rescue mutt, she’s the first dog to win over my heart this way. She is my first ever inside, member of the family dog. I now understand that there is a difference, and by living in our home she is literally a member of the family. And honestly she is as close to a child as I have. I know she’s not a human child, I get that, but she’s provided unconditional love and support for me through everything. Honestly, she is the as close to a child as I’ve had and she has such a special spot in my heart and our lives. When I’m hurt she’s there for me, whether its a migraine or a miscarriage, she’s been at my side. Literally, right at my side.
When I was pregnant, each and every time she was my most reliable two week wait symptom because she turned into my shadow and never put a paw on my stomach. She was literally my early pregnancy test, more reliable then first response.
When I’m sad she’s there to snuggle and to make me smile – if Mr. MPB would have let me I would have taken 365 happy day photos of just her. Heck, during our losses she became my constant source of support. She snuggled me when Mr. MPB couldn’t. And she found herself invited onto the couch with me whenever Mr. MPB left the house for any reason (i.e. work, groceries, mow the lawn, etc.). So now we still snuggle together on the couch when Mr. MPB isn’t home and now at night she sleeps in our bedroom right next to me (on the floor, there is no way I can handle fur in our bed – she sheds fur constantly).
When we eat dinner she now puts her head right at my feet just in case I drop something, which makes me laugh every single night.
When we watch TV, she snuggles into the tiny space between the couch and the coffee table, so she’s nice and close to us.
Honestly, she’s an amazing dog and just thinking about her turning into a senior and slowing down does make me sad. I want to keep her just like she is now, forever. Can I do that? Has anyone invented a non-Frankenstein way?
I know, I know, she is going to age. But I still find it hard to believe that in less then a year she will be considered a senior dog. She still seems so young to me. It feels like just yesterday that we found each other.
And honestly, as sad as I am at the idea of her aging, I am super excited to spend more of our lives with her. I’m super excited to watch our children crawl all over her (assuming she doesn’t eat them, I ask her all the time not to and I’m hoping she’s listening). I’m super excited to play with her and walk with her for as many days as possible.
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