This post is for Tara Lara’s Gallery. The theme for this week’s gallery is ‘animals’. Tara Lara said that she wants us to think outside the box and not just go for pets. So I ignored her …
Peanut, the dog, is 9 this month, which is 63 in human years.
In the last year she’s started showing her age; She has white beard, not a good look on a lady; She gets up slowly; Her breath smells as if she is decomposing from the inside out; She sleeps for longer and oh my god the farts … they are getting worse, if that’s possible. Funnily enough in human years she’s the same age as my Dad, Gramps. I must ask him if he’s experiencing similar problems.
I felt so sad about her OAP status that I googled ‘how long do labradors live for?’ . I know, I know, SIT ON YOUR HANDS … but I couldn’t. So facts are facts … and Google is never wrong. She has a maximum of 4 years left. That sliding noise? That’s me on the slipping into denial.
The same day I went to the supermarket with the children. There was a Dog’s Trust stand outside the entrance. Both children took great interest in the stand until I ushered them on. The 7 year old asked if we could get a puppy. I explained that one dog was enough, but that when Peanut died, a long long long long time from now (did I tell you that I’m in denial?), we would probably get another dog. Later at home the 5 year old was snuggling up to the dog, using her as a pillow. He stroked her, “It’s OK, Peanut, we’ll get a puppy when you die” he said … lovingly.
She’s a bloody pain sometimes. The moulting drives The Husband to distraction and whatever you are trying to do in the house she is there in the way, asleep, like a giant log, but I know that our house will be a very sad place without her.
I wonder how much it costs to stuff a large labrador?