Lisa's dog, Ginger, has taught her about the true meaning of life and is forever in her heart.
The Signs of an Aging Dog
Her once deep, rich, dark chocolate brown fur is now a faded shade of mocha, with just a few silvery-white hairs peeking out here and there. Her facial fur is a mask of mottled brown fur with heavy tones of gray and white; a few thin, black whiskers dotting each side of her snout. Likewise, the fur on her lower legs and paws are a mingled brownish-gray; the bottoms of her paw pads now a soft and wispy clump of thin white fur.
Like an aging old woman, my senior fur-baby, Ginger, is showing similar signs of canine aging - from her thinning grayish-white fur to the slow and feeble way she gingerly creeps down the steps; weighing each step as if she were walking on a thin bed of ice. She is fully aware of her constant and disabling limitations - both physically and mentally. As she slowly makes her way across the backyard to potty, she notices a small rabbit who has stopped alongside the field to graze on a patch of clovers. In her younger years, she would have bolted full steam ahead in high pursuit of rabbits, squirrels, turkey and even deer - giving each one a healthy run for survival. Her ears stand taut at attention; her snout pointed in the direction of the rabbit's scent. For a split second she considers the chase; then pauses and thinks better of it, given her painful hip dysplasia and arthritic knees. The rabbit seems to sense the lowered threat and continues nibbling away at the clovers. For Ginger, she is content to lay down in the cool freshly mowed grass and take a late afternoon nap. In fact, she naps a lot these days...
Besides the graying fur and aging joints, Ginger has skin tags on her eyes and chin, as well as other knots and bumps on various other places on her body. She is also prone to patches of dry skin, and other skin irritations, and has knots of fur that come out in small clumps when brushed. Her once razor-sharp, pearly white teeth are now yellowing and dull—barely able to crush a doggie bone treat. Her senior diet now consists of soft dog food, mixed with a little dry to keep what few teeth she has, clean and healthy.
She drinks a lot more water now, yet can go for ten or twelve hours without having to go potty. She'd rather nap all day, which in turn, disturbs her sleep pattern and causes her to be restless at night; hence her nightly regimen of melatonin for canine insomnia. Add to that, a daily dose of glucosamine and buffered doggie aspirin for her arthritis, and an occasional Tums when she's indulged in a forbidden treat. Ironically, her medicine basket kept on the kitchen counter, is quickly starting to fill up with many of the same bottles I see in my elderly parents' medicine cabinet! If only she could get the Medicare Part D prescription drug plan!
A Spiritless and Aging Shell
Ginger is still somewhat mentally alert for her advanced age and has amazingly sharp eyesight—spotting deer and turkey in the back of the field through the window, from her highness's royal throne on our king size bed in the master bedroom. She' also quite often alerts us to various birds, butterflies and passing squirrels that may be inhabiting the yard! Forever the eternal guard dog! Unfortunately, she has lost a bit of her hearing, and can easily sleep through a slamming door or command to come. Ironically, though, she can STILL hear the can opener when a can of tuna is being opened—her once-weekly seafood treat! I'm still trying to determine if she's hard of hearing, or like my husband, has selective hearing!
Once a non-stop rocket of never-ending energy and mischievousness, Ginger walks as if she's in slow motion, pausing for long periods to sniff every blade of grass or foreign object. She lifts each paw as if she were picking up a bowling ball, her breathing quickly becoming labored beneath the overweight stress of her flabby physique and debilitating bones. Every once in a while, she gets a sudden burst of energy - puppy energy - I call it, and bounds freely and enthusiastically down the path, even finding a bit of hidden energy to trail a squirrel or bound after a turkey. But her new found energy is quickly spent as she realizes the puppy has gone on before her, leaving nothing but a spiritless and aging shell . . .
A Special Kind of Love
The love of an old dog is a very special kind of love; a love that not many are fortunate enough to know in their own lifetime. An old dog is the next closest thing to looking in the mirror and seeing your own senior reflection staring back. And with that reflection, you begin to see life through the same brown, loving eyes of your senior canine friend.
Loving an old dog causes you to have greater sympathy for the elderly; realizing that one day, you, too, will move slower, see lifeless clearly and look forward to lazy mid-afternoon naps. Loving an old dog will make you realize that true beauty is not in covering up the gray, but in embracing the silvery softness of every strand—each one the precious gift of another year. The love of an old dog makes each day a little more special, as you begin to realize that life is quickly fading away—for both of you. You find yourself taking more pictures of your old friend - especially when she's sleeping. You find yourself traveling less—afraid to leave her for fear something may happen to her while you're gone. And you find yourself buying your old dog more toys, in hopes of reviving the "puppy" in her—just one more time.
The love of an old dog means ordering an extra hamburger at the drive-thru, or buying the marked down pack of steaks in the meat counter. Loving an old dog means getting on the floor and just cuddling with your aging friend, sneaking "snout kisses" and giving long, relaxing belly rubs. Loving an old dog also means walking behind her when she's coming up the steps so you can provide an extra "boost" or even catch her should she fall from the weakness in her back end. And loving an old dog means there's always a shadow behind you, and a warm, snuggly companion stretched out longways beside you in the bed at night!
Forever in My Heart
I've had many dogs in my lifetime, some of which lived as long as 15-16 years old. Ginger will be 14 on October 31, 2013, my "Halloween baby". I remember the night she was born, her Moma giving birth on an old loveseat we had prepared for her birthing bed. Ginger was about the third puppy to slide out, and in fact, slid right in between the cushions of the love seat! From that day on, she has constantly struggled through life—from narrowly beating a dangerous bout of Parvo shortly after she was born to surviving a vicious bite on the snout from an encounter with an ornery, fifty-pound turtle who was wandering through the yard one day.
But Ginger has also had a good life—she's spent lazy summers strolling down the beautiful North Carolina beaches; leaped across small rolling hills in pursuit of deer in the Blue Ridge mountains, and romped hundreds, if not thousands, of miles in the woods behind our house trailing after 4-wheelers and wild turkeys! She has also jogged happily beside me down long, country paths, jumping ditches with the ease and grace of a white-tailed deer!
She has lived in the lap of luxury (for a dog anyway), all her life; claiming the foot of our kingsize bed for her own, and even has her OWN love seat - being much too big now to fall between the cushions! Ginger has had more toys than most four-year-olds and has dined on everything from ribeye steak to fresh salmon. And every year on her birthday, she is treated to cake, ice cream and of course, a new squeaky toy!
Ginger is, in every way that matters, as much my child as any other mother's child, and I feel very blessed to have had the gift of her companionship and love for the past 13.5 years. Over the years, she has taught me more about life than most anyone else I've ever known. She has brought out of me unimaginable emotional and physical strengths and comforted me in my deepest and darkest hours. She has exemplified unconditional love in some of the most amazing ways, waiting patiently and enthusiastically for my return at the end of each work day—forever the proverbial loyal companion and friend.
She has cried with me, and even laughed at my bad jokes. Yes, she even talks to me in a language that only she and I understand—the language of "old dog love". And now that she is in her declining senior years, I realize just how much loving an older dog has caused me to take my own life just a little less seriously, enjoying the simple things a little more, and caring about the material things a little less...
Thank you, my old furry friend, for teaching me about the true meaning of life—you'll be forever in my heart.
Lisa Tippette (author) from North Carolina on November 28, 2017:
I'm very sorry to hear about all your furbaby's health issues, Tawanda. I know how heartbreaking it is to see your pet's health decline, and know there's not much you can do to stop it. All I can suggest is that you spend as much time with him as possible, even if it means just laying with him and stroking his fur. Our babies know when we're near, and very much appreciate the simplest attention. I also used my time with Ginger to TALK to her, and let her know how much I loved her, and THANKED her for sharing her life with me. Our babies NEED to know that they served us well; after all, that is their primary mission in life! We OWE them gratitude for that service! I also used Ginger's last days to clip some of her fur as a keepsake, and took LOTS of extra photos! When a pet is in their last days, its important to start the closure process BEFORE they are gone, so you aren't left with a lot of regrets afterwards! Peace, prayers and blessings to you and your fur baby for whatever special time you have left with him!
Tawanda Powe on November 25, 2017:
My fur baby turned 13 on November 11th. He has cataracts, kidney disease, arthritis, spleen removed, heart murmur and the list goes on. The last vet visit I was told to monitor breathing. I can imagine being without him but I know it will happen one. He waits for me by the bathroom door when I shower.
Curt on December 14, 2016:
Hello I have a really nice putt bull named soda pop he looks like a cow.he is 13 years old.he changed my whole life.i stop drinking and smoking since I had him.he loves everyone and everything.the thing is 1 day after walking him I found a tick on me.Now I have lyme disease.The crazy part of it all is I would do the same thing all over again.I love him more then myself or anyone in my life.i wish I could post a pic of him.he is to cool.i named soda pop because I like soda and the movie the outsiders.thank God for pets
Seira Girl on September 02, 2016:
Lexi - thanks for your comments. You might want to ask your vet if your Dakota would benefit from some kind of pain meds for her arthritis. She is probably acting strange because she is in pain. Most dogs respond well to even low doses of coated aspirin for arthritis. Your vet might could prescribe something stronger to give her more relief. Just love her and be gentle with her during these precious days. You'll know when its time to let her go. God bless you and your sweet friend!
Lexi on September 02, 2016:
I know exactly how you feel in this article. My dog is turning 15! And I'm worried about her her name is Dakota and she has hip displacia, and arthritis in sure. I don't think she has much time left. She is acting strange this morning and she has hated using our stairs to get down into the backyard for a couple years now. The only way outside onto grass is stairs. Our front door we take stairs and on the deck you go down the stairs to get to the big backyard lawn.
ladybluewriter from United States on December 09, 2013:
Dogs leave a Legacy for their owners. You will always remember them in old age, youth, and when they are no longer there. Their you will find how precious they really are in your memories.
James C Moore from Joliet, IL on November 26, 2013:
I've experienced four barking, howling bff's. The fourth among them died earlier this year. The truth is she wasn't my dog but belonged to my brother and his family who were my neighbors at one time. But, you had better not tell her she wasn't my dog. She'd growl and snap if you said that. You're right, nothing like a good dog.
Lisa Tippette (author) from North Carolina on November 05, 2013:
Thanks rohanfelix - my old friend just celebrated her 14th birthday last week! She is a great inspiration to me!
Rohan Rinaldo Felix from Chennai, India on November 04, 2013:
A lovely hub... I share your experience... An old dog is a faithful companion and a good guide.. I'll be following you more closely now that I have come across this article.
Lisa Tippette (author) from North Carolina on August 13, 2013:
Thanks, Jaye! Enjoyed reading your bio - I fully agree that age does not equate to wisdom - some of the wisest people I know - aren't "people", such as my senior fur-baby, Ginger!
Jaye Denman from Deep South, USA on August 13, 2013:
Bless Ginger's heart! (And yours too, for loving your senior fur-girl and giving her such a good life). Enjoy every moment you have with each other.
I think the government should let us add our older pets as "dependents" on Medicare. Vet bills are astronomical, but the furry members of our family are worth every penny it takes to care for them.
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