I know, I know. I’ve been a bit absent around the old blog lately. I blame work being (insanely) busy and our house being in a jumble as we work to cross one of our house goals off the list (more on that another day). I’ve also been working with Moby a lot to help make him as adoptable as possible… but that’s not what I am taking to the blog to talk about today. I am here to talk about one of my favorite topics: Elderdogs. November is Adopt a Senior Pet month, and I’d be remiss if I didn’t talk about it. Because as many of you know, my very first foster was the ultimate elderbelle diva, Ginger Rogers.
While I love all of my fosters for different reasons, Ginger holds a special place in my heart. She was 24 hours away from euthanasia when I met her at an adoption event where I was volunteering. When I took her out of her cage, she just melted my heart with her chocolate brown eyes and sweet demeanor. How could no one want her?! But she had the trifecta of bad luck – she was a pit bull, she had medical issues, and she was OLD. I remember a fellow volunteer saying to me that people don’t want to adopt old dogs… especially not a pit bull with medical problems. But I was determined. I agreed to foster her right then.
The 6 months we had Ginger before she was adopted were some of the most fun I’ve ever had fostering. Ginger is so easygoing and sweet – always up for an adventure! Ginger just loves to be loved… and is willing to do whatever it takes to get a belly scratch… even if it meant dressing up like a fairy princess, a bumblebee, or one of Santa’s helpers.
While it did take awhile to find adopters who would appreciate Ginger for the sweet elderbelle she is, she lucked out when she met Aaron & Jenny. Jenny was running past one of our local coffee shops one day and was stopped in her tracks by Ginger as we were sitting enjoying the unusually warm fall day.
Jenny didn’t see Ginger’s age, she only saw her velvety smooth ears, her broad smile that appears whenever she gets a belly rub, and those warm, chocolatey eyes that promised to love her forever. And Jenny was smitten. Ginger was adopted by Jenny and her husband Aaron (and their two pugs & corgi) a few days later.
Ginger has been with them for nearly two years now. And every time I see her, I can tell that they adore her as much (maybe more!) than I do.
And I smile to myself when I remember the words of that fellow volunteer, “no one wants to adopt an old dog.” Well, to those people who overlook and underestimate the old dogs, I say to you… you are missing out.