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Why Senior Dog Advocates Don’t Always Adopt Senior Dogs

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Adopt Senior DogsI will advocate that people adopt senior dogs until the day that I die.

Ironically, that does not mean that I will always adopt a senior dog.

But why?

Why, if there are so many senior dogs out there in need of homes. Why, if I am so in love with the special something that senior dogs have to offer. Why won’t I adopt senior after senior?

Allow me to explain.

Why Senior Dog Advocates Don’t Always Adopt Senior Dogs

Let me preface by saying that senior dogs are INCREDIBLE.

Senior dogs “fit” in a way that no other dogs do.

But sometimes your heart just can’t take two seniors in a row.

If you are a regular reader here on my blog, then you know that caring for a senior dog takes a lot of work. I can tell you that every single second of that work is worth the love, devotion, and loyalty that a senior dog will give you. And I would not hesitate to put that much work into any dog over and over again until my last breath.

So why, if there is so much reward that comes from being a senior dog parent, wouldn’t I be the first in line to do it again immediately?

I know, it sounds absurd.

Being a senior dog mom is, by far, the most amazing and rewarding thing I have EVER done in my life. The thing is, though, that the prospect of losing such an incredible love, such a massive part of myself again so soon, it’s unbearable.

So, while I reserve a place in my heart for senior dogs and will never stop advocating for the joys of senior dog adoption, my soul needs a little time to heal.

I need to refill my cup until it runneth over so that I may once again give so completely to another sweet old soul who deserves nothing more than the best.


A thirty-something author, I have a passion for all things canine. I have shared my life with dogs of all breeds including the one-of-a-kind Great Dane-Pit Bull mix, Millie. My true heart-dog, however, was a black Labrador named Jet. Being Jet’s mom has taught me more than I ever thought possible about…just about everything. Together we had many a misadventure including a faceplant on river rocks, a dog bite, a brown recluse spider bite, giardia, cancer and the best of all – the exploding anal gland.

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