As my own pup ages I am drawn to other people's geriatric furbabies.
Just like humans, aging dogs can be very humerous. They get set in their ways and miss their companions as we do.
Yesterday, as I shopped for treasures at garage sales, there was a Jack Russel Terrier that came up to me. Now if you've ever met a JRT, you know how frisky and playful they can be.
This particular terrier was not at all hyper, in fact at first I didn't notice him walk up. He was very slow and quiet.
I reached down to let him sniff my hand. As any dog owner will tell you, that's the first thing you do when you meet a new dog. It's a dog's version of introducing ourselves.
A woman walked up and called to her husband, "Honey, Boomer got out again."
Her husband walked up and just grinned.
Boomer didn't seem to hear and just stood there letting me pet him.
"He's deaf as a post and can't see a thing." The lady told me. "He's 17 years old."
"Every year we think it's going to be Boomer's last with us and yet he just keeps hanging in there," she said.
She told me that when her and her husband married she had a pomeranian, named Missy and her husband had Boomer. Boomer would guard the food bowl to keep Missy from getting any food, sometimes until he fell asleep.
Missy died of old age three years a go. Boomer grieved for her as any human would for a friend or relative. The lady pointed to the side of the house. "We buried Missy over there. Boomer still goes over there and lays on her grave for hours."
I thought that was the sweetest story and had to share it with you. :o)
Not only do we collect treasures at garage sales, we also collect stories.