Measuring My Life By Dogs

When I was young, I expected to live forever and nothing bad would ever happen. I've enjoyed the second part of that statement. Nothing worse than what happens to most people happened to me. I enjoy a wonderful life surrounded by human and canine family members.

Two years ago we purchased an eight week old standard poodle. And she got me thinking. Thinking about how quickly life runs right past us. How many more dogs will I have in my lifetime? For the first time, I realized that the answer is a finite number, not infinite as I once assumed.

Almost 60 now, with my goldens going into their mature years (do goldens actually have mature?) and the poodle a few years behind, would I have the chance to own another dog? Would my health remain stable so I could properly care for a new dog? Would I be unable to live in my home with my dogs? And frankly, would I still be alive?

Those questions sometimes nag at me but when they do, I play and romp with the dogs and it all goes away. I am young again with no troubles and the whole world ahead of me.