Having gone through the natural death of a longtime canine companion this year, this article struck a particular nerve. Peanut was about 17 years old, we think, at his passing. He was so mellow yet so happy the last year of his life, with no guile or pretense about him. An old dog defines the word "companion" to me, with echoes of his past combined with the simple enjoyment of just being with his human. Young dogs have the fire of life, but old ones glow like embers and warm you constantly with their presence.
The last word: Why old dogs are the best dogs - The Week
Thursday, September 08, 2011
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