I often say that living with a puppy is a lesson in humility, patience and surrender. What I never realized was just how true this would also be in the golden years. Don’t get me wrong. In no way would I trade these times for the world, but as I see my previously strong and vital dog aging, it is impossible not to notice the similarities to his first year. Emotionally, I am still shocked by how suddenly this aging process seems to have occurred, however intellectually I know that it has been going on less dramatically for quite some time. My best advice to frustrated puppy owners is to enjoy their young ones energy level and curiosity, as there will most definitely come a day that they long for that mischievous attitude, and then can’t help but smile when a glimmer of it returns.
Dogs grow old in various ways, both physically and mentally. Many begin to lose their sight and hearing, and start to rely more often upon their sense of smell. It never ceases to amaze me how I can be standing five feet away from my old pal calling to him at increasing decibels, and not until my voice has become quite loud does he respond to it with that look of surprise. It saddens me that when I come home he is no longer even aware of my arrival until I seek him out. Amazingly though, despite all this, he can still easily hear the light tinkle of the treat jar opening. (In order to assuage my ego, I simply tell myself that his response is due to the high pitch of the glass and really not selective hearing.)