Originally Posted by
POPTOP
I love these stories.
Our beloved Dalmatian, Patch, aged 12, had passed away. It was a horrible time trying to adjust to a house with no paws padding around. After about 3 months, while doing the dishes, I stopped and walked into the living room and told DH, I can't stand the house without a dog. I started looking. Had never had a lab or even knowingly seen one. Mom always had cockers, the last definitely from a BYB. They were always her dog and I never got close to any of them. Called a local lab breeder asking about pups; nope she did not have any but had a girl she was looking to place. She was 9. Besides her pups were what DH thought ridiculously priced, $1600-$1800. There was just something about this breeder and the way she talked about her girl, I had to meet both of them. DH said definitely no way; his heart was still hurting from Patch's passing; they were best buddies. I asked him to go just to meet the breeder who maybe would consider us for an upcoming litter. He definitely was not interested in a 9 year old saying she was too old, way too close to having to endure the pain we just went through. On a warm day we went and they brought out Potion, a beautiful black lab. She was not as much interested in playing ball as she was meeting us. She came up and sat in front of me, looked into my soul, and at that point I knew there was no way she was not coming home with us. She was the first puppy the breeder had kept from a litter as a show prospect and indeed did show and was on the fast track, doing very well. Then she snapped off a canine and that ended that career. Breeder kept her for breeding and she produced 2 litters, the second C-section and was not bred again. She lived in the loving home of the breeder until we met her. DH stood there stiff, trying to hold back. The breeder asked if we would like to take her for a walk and I suggested DH first. He grudgingly walked off with her and we all watched as his posture changed from stiffness to totally relaxed. When he came back he announced, "She peed for me", we're taking her home. We had nothing ready at home for her so two weeks later she joined us. From day one she took over our hearts (well she already had mine). Thus started our journey homing seniors.
Potion, with total patience and love, taught us about labs and we soaked it all up. When she was 11 I thought, she had always been around other labs, let’s get another. Before I even began my quest, a breeder from Iowa contacted me asking if I would be interested in a 10 year old she had. Melody had been kept by the breeder as a show prospect but had a pyometria, emergency spay, and was placed with a neighbor. Years later the neighbor unexpectedly passed away and Melody was taken by a daughter. The breeder kept a close eye on her and did not like the way she was being kept and pursued getting her back. We made the long trip, Potion in tow, with the hopes the breeder would approve of us. Melody came out of the house, a ray of sunshine, beautiful light yellow with caramel ears, that put an already sunny day to shame. She made her intentions known by trying to climb in the car. Like Potion, Melody so captured my heart with her smile and zest for life. She and Potion became instant buddies. When Potion passed, she was so distraught to the point of howling. Sooner than I had thought, I was looking for another.
Went back to Potion's breeder and yes she had a boy who needed a retirement home. Bandit joined us within weeks and what a gentleman. He was not too sure about tiny grandkids but soon realized they could be tons of fun. Melody was ecstatic to have a new buddy. Bandit was 8. Between the two, they took me to training classes more because I needed to learn and the classes required that there be a dog in the mix. He had been taken on nursing home visits by the breeder and we soon followed her lead. With amazing gentleness he greeted each resident spreading his special kind of love. At age 12 we went to a local dog event where they offered CDC tests. We had not trained for it but I thought what the heck. At that point he was totally deaf and absolutely aced the test. At this point Melody was encountering multiple medical problems and one evening I knew she was telling me life had gotten too hard and we had to let her go.
Bandit did OK as an only but I wanted him to have a companion. Again, we visited another local breeder who had a 7 year old girl, Mardi Gras. Met her and she was a hoot, the perfect Bourbon Street, New Orleans, personality her name suggested. As a companion to Bandit she was perfect, giving him a little zip in his step. Bandit developed a lump on his lower front leg which turned out to be cancer and 8 months later, left us.
Mardi had her challenges, a very arthritic hip and knee on opposite sides; surgery was out of the question. When we decided to get another senior, DH suggested a GSD. What! I knew nothing about them, training, personality, etc. Since I had picked all the others, we made a trip to a GSD “breeder” where we met Archie, he’s 8 now. Unlike GSD’s, he was open, quick to approach seeking love and pats. But his mouth smelled horrible. DH wanted him but I warned him what we were getting into, major dental work and bills. Archie and Mardi got along very well so he came home with us. Indeed, he mouth was a mess. Three surgeries, 9 teeth extracted, bone work on his jaw later, he is a happy, velcroed to me dog. Very different in personality but so loving and devoted.
Wow, that got long and I could go on and on and on about homing seniors. Hey, we are no spring chickens ourselves and seniors work perfect in the mix. IMHO, they are the best of the best.