Adopting a Senior Lab

Stories From Real Adopters

By Glenda Campbell

I will be the first to admit that adopting a senior dog of any breed isn't for everybody but I will tell you that there's nothing like a senior dog, especially a Lab, to make you realize just how wonderful life is. I went to a shelter close to my home here in TN a few months ago to save 2 black lab puppies in desperate need of rescue since they were due to be put to sleep that very day. When I arrived I discovered that not only were these 2 pups going to die but another beautiful black male lab that was about 1 or so was scheduled to be put to sleep and a frightened and very timid 11-year-old female black lab named Lily was also on that doomed list for the day. How could I say no to any of them??? I signed all the paperwork and loaded everybody into my vehicle no matter how bad them smelled and we headed to my house, hoping that my husband wouldn't notice an extra 4 dogs running around. (Fat chance that's going to happen!)

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Lily with her best friend Charles

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Lily with Charles and Sam, the English Mastiff

I got the puppies and the young lab we named Chipper settled in for the evening but what in the world was I going to do with this sweet and loving labbie who was scared to death that something bad was going to happen to her? I brought her into the house and loved on her to reassure her that nothing bad would ever happen to her again. She has cataracts and can't see very well but she responds to my voice and is calming down and not shaking like she was just a few short hours earlier. Later that evening my husband comes home to discover yet again more dogs from the pound and just shakes his head without saying a word. Then he sees Lily. I can tell in an instant that he has bonded with this dog like no other I've had grace our doorstep and trust me, there have been MANY. He sat on the floor with this smelly, skinny dog and told her that we would take care of her and find her a great home. She can't control her bladder very well and has a hard time getting up off of the hardwood floor but she is excited when she's up and about.

We made the decision to adopt Lily ourselves and not try to find a forever home anywhere else and I'll have to tell you this has been one of the best things we've ever done in our lives. Her coat is beginning to get shiny from actually eating good food and she now knows the life that she's always deserved, full of love, a full tummy, and a safe place for her to live the remainder of her days on earth. I wouldn't trade the time we've spent with Lily for anything as it has taught our family to be much better people and to appreciate all that life has to offer us. Lily is a true angel from heaven and she will always be a part of our lives. Puppies are always cute and cuddly but there is something special about a senior that you will never ever forget.

By Susan Carlson

The reason I was looking to adopt a senior lab were many. First I know they’re the last ones to be placed due to age; also I have 2 mellow Pugs and felt a senior would be on their level. I have the time to give to a senior dog. I wanted to give a dog in need a good home.

That’s when I found Sweetie on Labs4Rescue, I’ve owned dogs all my life, and always had 3 of them. Sweetie is the most loveable dog. This is when Sweetie’s true calling came to be.

After getting Sweetie home, everyone wanted to meet her, and they did, ½ the neighborhood & just loved her!

My parents wanted to meet her as well, my Mother & Sweetie formed a bond right then & there! Just loved her!

My father picked up on this as soon as he saw them together, brought a smile to his face, and did not think much about it then.

My mother is in early stages of Alzheimer's; however she has many good days too. Well one visit here to meet Miss Sweetie & the 2 of them were so cute together, petting her & talking to her. My Mom just made a much needed friend.

My Dad is active & takes my mom everywhere, however he loves to golf & he works a few nights a week, so he cannot always be with my Mom.

He must have thought about this for a few days, he called me the first week I got Sweetie, to see if she could come over & stay with Mom one night while he was at work, this way she had company.

I went to pick up Sweetie to bring her home since we all love her too! My Mom eyes filled up with tears, Sweetie is the only highlight in her life & the connection is unbelievable. There was no way I could take her. I knew Sweetie was meant to be with my parents.

When my Dad would go out, she would get upset & board, now she sits with Sweetie talks to her & pets her all day. Happy to stay home with her. My Dad said if he didn't see it with his own eyes, he would not have believed it! The calmness she gives my Mom, she smiles again, Sweetie most certainly fills her day.

Every morning & night they go for a drive around the Ocean Drive with Sweetie. If you see my parents you see Sweetie!

Adopting a Senior is really a special experience, you cannot think of the short time you may have with them, you must believe that the last few years of the Seniors life will be the most happiest of all! That you made a difference in their lives & they are so grateful!

I know Sweetie has made my mothers golden years her happiest years.

After Sweetie’s was all settled in, there was only one thing left to do, adopt another Senior Lab! This is when Miss Muffin joined our family, a senior gal that smiles & wags her tail all day long.

We love her so; I know she is happy here with us & has enriched our lives.

Senior Labs are such a gift, as Sweetie is to my Mom & Dad!

 
Sincerely,
 
Susan, Anders, Sweetie, Muffin, Junior & Jett Carlson Sweetie and Dad

By Lisa Mingo

My husband Randy and I adopted Jazz in September of 2005 after reading a story in our local paper about a family that was fostering a hurricane Lab in our town. I went to the Labs4Rescue web site “just to look” and was drawn to a photo listing for a 10 year old black Lab named Jazz. I was smitten. There was something about him – a soulful dignity embellished by his salt and pepper beard (think Sean Connery wearing a silk smoking jacket with a pipe in his mouth!). Jazz was a former drug sniffing dog who just wanted a place to retire and relax. Instead, he ended up an elderly dog in a high kill shelter amidst hurricane chaos in Louisiana.

Sandy and Erin from the rescue group opened their hearts to him and sped him along to us in New England. From their brief time with him, they both mentioned to me separately that there was “just something about him” that captured their hearts. After all he had been through, he was still so grateful, trusting and proud.

He immediately settled in upon arrival to our home by finding the cushy dog bed in front of the sliding glass door and collapsing in the sun with a whoosh of an exhale. The next morning he was up at 5:30am (ugh) with his tail wagging in a circle(!) ready to start the day. Over the next few months, he chased the ducks in our pond, patrolled the edge of the woods for good smells, endured his first northern winter and got spunky enough to “counter surf” so to enjoy a loaf of bread, bag of peanuts, an IPod with headphones, and a pack of gum. I swore his age was a typo on the Petfinder.com listing and his white beard was spray painted on. His age only revealed itself around 7:30pm each evening when he would quietly sneak upstairs and climb onto his dog bed in our bedroom for the night.

After seven months with us, Jazz was diagnosed with cancer. He had become anemic and given his age and the depth of the tumor in his chest, surgery was not an option. We were strongly urged to think about putting him down sooner rather than later as his health would rapidly decline because the cancer had spread to his lymph nodes. We never had to make this kind of a decision for one of our animals before and were paralyzed by our emotions. In spite of our promise to Jazz that we would take the best care of him possible, we realized as the week went on he was losing his dignity and pride as his illness progressed. Our emotions ranged from hysterical sadness, guilt, anger and finally responsibility. We realized we owed it to him to put an end to his pain out of gratefulness for all the joy he brought to our home. That sounds kind of odd doesn’t it? We had just experienced pet ownership full circle for the first time in our lives.

We were so blessed to have shared those seven months of his noisy sneezes, slurpy drippy water drinking, heavy pawed shuffling across the hardwood floor, and hard hitting drops onto the couch with a big sigh. The house is too quiet now without him.

To those who thought we were crazy for adopting a 10 year old dog and to those who hear of his passing and brush it off because of his age, I can’t say strongly enough that you have absolutely no idea what you are missing. I urge you to open your heart and mind to the experience of adopting a senior dog. Being housebroken, trained, and mellow combined with the grateful companionship they have to offer pales in comparison to the possible short time they might have to spend with you.

Take the chance. You will not regret it.

By Amy Lovett

My husband and I had been debating for weeks whether to adopt a second dog to be a companion to our neurotic lab mix, Guinness. But when we saw the picture and description for “Bo” on Petfinder.com, we knew he was the one.

“Yellow lab/golden retriever mix, 3 to 4 years old,” the write-up said. “Photo doesn’t do him justice. A perfect gentleman and total mush. Knows basic commands. Housebroken. Rides well in the car. Walks great on a leash. Loves everyone. Will make a great companion.”

Having been through puppy-hood with Guinness (Did I mention she was neurotic?), the thought of bringing home a dog that already seemed to know the ropes was very appealing. It turned out Bo was being fostered near the college where I worked (this was before Labs4Rescue). After grilling his foster mom and being assured that Bo was as special and amazing and wonderful as he sounded on paper, it was time to set up a meeting.

Bo’s foster mom and I chose to meet at the college, which neither dog could claim as his or her territory. I brought Guinness with me to work that day with the scary words from my husband echoing in my ears: “If you like Bo, and if he and Guinness get along, bring him on home!”

The meeting couldn’t have gone better for the furry ones, who romped around and acted as if they had been reunited after years of separation. Bo was certainly well behaved, even if he was a bit gooey and gross. Barrel-chested, with skinny long legs and overgrown nails, he literally flapped when he ran. As one friend of mine would later put it, Bo “looked like he was put together by committee.”

I chalked up his odd appearance to the sad story his foster mom told me. “According to the shelter he came from, he had a good home up until a month or so ago. We suspect his owner either went into a nursing home or died, and no one was willing or able to care for him. So he went to the shelter, where he waited for a new home. But with so many puppies, he just kept getting overlooked. He was 24 hours away from being euthanized when we pulled him out of there and got him into a foster home.”

Obviously, he had been neglected for quite some time. But when he and Guinness curled up next to each other for the 40- minute car ride home, Guinness with her head on Bo’s rump—I knew he’d found his forever home.

We got the first hint that forever is a relative term when we took Bo to his first vet appointment. “How old is he?” the doctor asked. “Three or 4,” my husband answered proudly. “Really?” she asked, poking and prodding him. “Well, his teeth are in excellent shape. I guess he could be 3 or 4. Maybe he needs to lose some weight.”

In retrospect, I don’t think she had the heart to tell us, two relatively inexperienced dog owners, that Bo was quite a bit older than advertised.

Whatever his age or weight issues, Bo fit perfectly into our lives. Guinness adored him, and he tried not to get too annoyed when she ran a giant loop around our front yard to crash into him broadside. We loved him to bits, and he loved us right back. He’d lope around the neighborhood with us, off leash, chasing deer and eating bugs. If he disappeared into the woods for a little while in search of whatever smell it was that caught his attention, all we’d have to do is call out, “Here, Bo! Let’s go!” and he’d come running right back. He just wanted to be with us—so much so that if my husband or I got out of bed at night to read or poke around on the computer, Bo would bolt upright in bed, make an almost-human noise like one my mom often made when I was first learning to drive, and scamper out of the room after whoever got up to leave.

An ear infection several months later brought us back to the vet’s office and a new doctor who looked at us in disbelief when we repeated that Bo was 3 or 4. “Well, maybe 5 or 6,” he told us as we went over his charts. What’s a year, my husband and I asked ourselves, as long as he’s happy and healthy?

The Prednisone Bo was taking for the infection had a tremendous impact on something we hadn’t noticed before. Bo had gone from being a stiff, somewhat awkward dog to a gazelle. Well, almost.

When I asked yet another new doctor at our vet practice about Bo’s change in behavior, we moved into new diagnostic territory—arthritis and hip displaysia, usually seen in senior dogs but possible for a dog Bo’s age, which had crept up to 6 or 7 when the doctor noticed the slight fog of cataracts in his eyes. Still, Bo responded positively to treatment, and everyone was happy, especially him.

We had Bo just over a year when we took him and Guinness to Martha’s Vineyard, a little slice of heaven for dogs and doggie parents alike. Bo proved himself to be the perfect gentleman yet again when we encountered a skunk at dusk our first night there. While Guinness chased the critter and goaded it into shooting her right between the eyes, Bo danced out of the fray, clearly being the wiser of the two dogs.

With Bo just beginning to lose weight thanks to a new diet, we wanted to get him and Guinness as much exercise as possible. Short walks and romps on the beach led to hours in the surf and, ultimately, a five-mile walk downtown that left Bo asleep on the couch for two days. That worried us a bit. But what worried us even more was when this dog—who on his first night with us walked through a Petsmart and ate, right off the bottom shelf, a doggie burger wrapped in cellophane—stopped eating.

It took a while to get a clear diagnosis once we returned home. Yet another new doctor (we’ve since changed veterinary practices) gave us yet another new estimate for Bo’s age—9 or 10. After weeks of antibiotics and blood work, we got the grim news. It was most likely cancer.

My husband and I were devastated. We wanted an expert opinion and drove Bo an hour-and-a-half away to an oncologist who confirmed our worst fears. Not only was treatment useless at this point given the aggressiveness of the leukemia and lymphoma and given Bo’s age, which the oncologist estimated to be 12 or 13, but, even worse, he was suffering.

We were ready to spend any amount of money necessary to make Bo better, but in the end, without saying it outright, the oncologist helped us determine what the next, most humane step should be. We held him in our arms and sobbed uncontrollably as he went to sleep.

For weeks I was in a bottomless funk, angry about how cruel and unfair it was to have had Bo in our lives for such a short period of time. He was with us only a year-and-a-half, and during that time he had aged 9 human years! He made every day better, and it wasn’t right that we wouldn’t have that anymore.

It was my sister who gave me my first ray of hope. “It was too short a time,” she said. “But think of how happy he was. You gave him the greatest gift anyone could give him—a happy, safe home with people who loved him to bits.”

Then my friend, the one who told me Bo looked like he had been put together by committee, sent me an e-mail message that I still keep tucked in my journal. After I told her that Bo had passed, she wrote: “You and Bo meant the world to each other. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such an equally balanced mutual admiration society. I hope the memories of how happy he was just to be with you will help you through. You gave him a good life and you were always there when he needed you. And you loved him as much as he adored you.”

So, if we had it to do all over again, knowing now what we didn’t know then, would we even have considered bringing a senior dog like Bo into our lives? Yes! Yes! YES!

Thank goodness we didn’t know any better. Because, by unknowingly diving into territory we otherwise would have avoided, we changed the life of a very special guy—and he changed our lives right back.

Please consider adopting a senior dog. It will change your life!

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