Two Seniors. One story. 13 years.
Friends For Life
You want to do an extreme sport? Try being over 50. Like Bette Davis said, "Getting old is not for sissies."
I remember looking at the brightly colored bank of jars of eye creams that my Mom had laid out on her counter thinking, “All I will ever need is baby oil to grease up before I lay out in the sun all day.” Now, limited only by the fact that I will not purchase something tested on animals, I have amassed my own collection of jars brimming with hopes of dermatological alchemy. I wonder aloud who took my head off and stuck it on an old person neck as I smear some new moisturizer combo to reel back all those summers on the lake in the sun. (Though I know in my heart, I’d need a DeLorean and a flux capacitor to do that.)
However, at the ripe old age of 52, I had a milestone. I got married.
Someone Bet. On. Me.
One Story, Two Old, Very Good, Very Patient Dogs
This is not an article about old age or on the general principle of adopting senior dogs. Broad philosophical arguments and empirical data are for another day.
I want to share one story. I want you to consider betting on one pair of seniors.
Today, we are laser focused on one pair of 13 year old dachshunds.
The Backstory and The Team
They arrived at their former home as puppies 13 years ago. In February, their human parent called to turn them in. Though they had been with her their whole lives, she was going to have a baby and wouldn't have time for their care. How much care do they really need? Let's break it down.
These two nap quietly all day like it was their job. Yet, if asked to go on a walk, they are delighted and grateful for the time! They get more walks than they even need on the weekends because all the volunteers want a chance to hang out with them. They have been described as “cats in dog suits” and in some ways even better because they are exquisitely housebroken (no litter boxes here.) They are perfectly healthy except that Hopper is blind and Aggie just has one eye. Aggie is Hopper’s seeing eye dog. So with their one good eye between them, Aggie and Hopper are a team!
Years Go By
The human owner told us that Aggie and Hopper had lived for years in a small gated off space by the kitchen with a dog door to the outside. They just “existed” there she said. They didn’t bark or ever mess anything up. They just lived there together on the outskirts of a very busy family. She did not shed a tear when she dropped them off. I usually avoid telling backstories like this but here’s the point: Aggie and Hopper have paid their dues. They have waited patiently. They have lived quietly in the laundry room for years. They have eaten the food given them and they’ve never expected treats. They heard family dinners, holiday gatherings and movie nights but never dreamed of knowing them any way but through the gate. These little old, round dogs have been the best dogs they know how to be –which as it turns out, are very, very good dogs.
I Know You Are There
I believe someone reading this will be a bridge to giving them more than they ever hoped to have—a home where they are loved and cherished.
If it is you, this has stirred something in you. Maybe it's just a fleeting thought of short weiner legs waddling through the yard on a sunny day or the image of the three of you catching some Netflix time. You may be thinking, heck, cats in dog suits, short hair, quiet…I could hang with that. Or you, like me, may be looking past your bank of jars at a spouse, friend or family who loves you no matter what. You might wonder, how can I pay forward my gratitude and joy? If you are thinking that maybe I'm writing to you--maybe I am. Go with it. Fill out a no-obligation dog application: http://form.jotform.com/form/10590153844 or come meet this little team. Everybody from ABBA to Brene Brown has advised us to take a chance on love. I'm just sayin'.
If you are reading this but you know you don't want two very short, very tidy roommates who will adore you, then share this. If you have a facebook account, post it. If you think for just a moment that you’d consider making a space in your heart and your home for these two, come meet them.
I know there is someone reading this who will be able to say to them, “You have waited long enough. Let’s go home now.”
Aggie and Hopper will be at the shelter full time starting Sunday the 29th. Any time that we are open, you can come see them. No appointment required. They would love to meet you.
If good things come to those who wait, Aggie and Hopper are in for some wondrous days. We've told them they can bet on that.
Let's Go Home Now, Girls.
I knew it. I knew the "shelter experts" who told us that shelters cannot possibly adopt out seniors, blind seniors and a bonded pair of them to boot--were wrong.
I knew that the faith of this No Kill program in the community partnership is justified. If we as a shelter make space and time for the ones who are discarded by other shelters, people step up. Aggie and Hopper are now living in their forever home and knowing what it feels like to be loved.
"We are so happy to be their forever parents! We love them very much. They really are very lovely."
There are no disposable lives.