Stella had a birthday yesterday – she is 14. Her health is still pretty good. She’s alert, wants to eat, drink, go out, walk (and still sometimes yodels when I pick up the leash), go for rides.
I know she is nearer the day that no dog owner looks forward to than I prefer. While I am sometimes a little sad about that, gratitude, satisfaction, and pleasure far outweigh that sadness.
We have had quite a journey since I adopted her in December 2003, a mental, physical, spiritual journey that has deeply enriched me. I have learned a lot about myself, about dogs, about life. She has been a gift, the right dog at the right time, a forever dog.