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What Will You Do When…

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Jet as a Young Puppy - Copyright PhilosophyofDog.com 2017A question that I get asked more frequently than I would like is “what will you do when…”

I know what they want to ask, but rarely do people ever finish the sentence. After all, it would be rude to say “when your dog dies”…right?

It baffles me that people think it’s rude to finish that question but not rude to actually ask it in the first place…

Still, I get asked it a lot, so today I want to talk about that a little bit.

Firstly, it IS rude to ask.

By asking, you are forcing me to confront something that I don’t want to think about. Don’t get me wrong, it’s something that lingers in the back of my mind every day. I DO think about it. But I don’t want you to ask me to think about it more than I already do.

Secondly, I don’t know.

I don’t  know what I will do when my sweet senior boy takes his last breath and I think that’s okay.

My mother tells me that no matter how much I want to, I shouldn’t get another dog right away.

My heart tells me that I won’t survive without four paws by my side.

My soul tells me to shut up and enjoy today.

But whatever I decide, it’s not a decision I need to make now.

Who knows how much longer I have with my boy? He’s going on two years cancer free and at fifteen years and 3 months old, he’s one hell of an impressive dog.

Whether I lose him tomorrow or two years from now, what I decide to do then is a decision I will make then.

For the time being, I want to enjoy the days we have and I’d appreciate if you’d stop reminding me of just how numbered you think they are…


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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