Friday, February 20, 2009

Adopting a Senior Dog - Are you crazy?

From the literary remains of Windsor King MacArthur I am reprinting one of his most favorite essays. It was originally published under the title “Adopting A Senior Dog? - Are You Crazy?” as his plea for the adoption of senior dogs. The original article including pictures that may not show here can be found at http://cbears.net/WindsorWeb/WindsorOldDogAdoption.html.



Words of Inspiration, Wisdom and Advice from a Senior dog
to those contemplating the adoption of a rescued old dog


who has experienced traumatic abandonment and encounters with death first hand.

Get it all here directly from the horses .... uh, dog's mouth.

My name is Windsor.

You would call me an old Boxer, looking at the gray on my muzzle and watching my deliberate, measured walk. I don't consider myself an 'old dog'. I call myself a mature dog or, maybe, a senior or senior dog.

"Old Dog" - what exactly does it mean?

How exactly do you define 'old dog', I ask.

Age is relative. You call a five year old dog mature and a six year old a 'senior', but your own offspring is a small child at age five. We live our lives on compressed time. You don't. That's one important difference.

At age five most of us are at the apex of life with many more years ahead of us. And a little gray here or there is a sign of distinction not of senility. We paid our dues, learned our lessons, worked at times hard for a living and always did our best to be a good member of our respective families – at least most of us did. Some of us live close to twenty years. Are they 'old' at five? Others live only half that long at best. 'Old' age is relative.

Grown-up dogs are desirable companions.
No, don't worry I will not repeat the famous ten superficial reasons for adopting an older dog. It is true, we do not eat shoes, handbags and furniture. We are housebroken, know the ways of humans and generally have learned to coexist with our family without causing stress and turmoil like so many puppies and teenage dogs do. Looking at us, you see what you are getting; watching us interact with people and dogs reveals our personality. No unexpected surprises here!

Nightmares of Abandonment

Mature dogs in kennels everywhere are vying for your attention, for adoption and for a place in your family.
They all have one thing in common: After many, many years as members of a family, mid-life crisis hit and they were abandoned, given to a vet for execution, thrown out on the streets, tied up in a park, tortured, used for cruel entertainment or experiments or simply turned over to the pound. Many had to make a living in the streets where they were mercilessly pursued by roaming local dogs and people.

Thrown into the worst gutters of urban streets, they passed the Gates of Hell and descended into its deepest depth; ascending to the realm of animal shelters, they went through scorching fire that scarred their hearts forever; graduating slowly to the highest realms of Hell, they became suspended in the purgatory of rescue kennels.

Yes, it beats Hell by a long shot but it does not replace a family lost. How long will these innocent souls suffer there before redemption?

A few of us got lucky and befriended a homeless person in a park. At least, there was a little mutual comfort and protection for both of them. Homeless, outcast and abandoned both, they shared a common fate and bond. Life, though harsh and precarious, appeared to be whole again.

Yet for most, change came either as a horrible death under terrifying circumstances or in the guise of a human with a long catch pole. That's not much better either. Imagine, one day a pampered pet and the next at the end of a pole with a noose around your neck, thrown into a small cage in a moving box and from there slung into a tiny, cold, wet, uncomfortable concrete cell in a noisy place that reeks of excrement and death.

Many of us survivors have nightmares about it for years!

Throwing out Grandpa - Sending Grandma packing

What does this all have to do with adopting an 'old dog', you ask?

Please bear with me just a little longer. I am striving to paint a picture of the fear, the despair, the hopelessness, the trauma and the sheer terror that befalls young and old dogs alike under these dreadful circumstances.

Imagine waking up one morning to have your spouse serve you with divorce papers because they need their space, finish their education or whatever the excuse might be.
There you are suddenly alone, cast out, forlorn, bewildered, scared and confused.

Or worse yet, how would you feel when you, a forty, find yourself suddenly traded in by your spouse for two twenties? How would you feel? Devastated? Shocked? Scared? Enraged? Around you the world is crumbling and the sky is falling. And there is not one little chicken around to blame!

Mad as Hell and Willing to go Down Fighting!

That's how many of us in pounds and rescue kennels all across the land are feeling. We rage against everything and everyone. The result? We get labeled as 'dog aggressive' or worse yet 'people aggressive'. That's almost a death sentence in itself.
If you ever experienced such trauma in your life, you understand exactly what I am attempting to explain to you.
We are only dogs but we experience very, very similar emotions. In fact, since we are pack animals (at least so you say) our feelings of abandonment and sheer panic are even worse. For happiness and security, we dogs need a pack or a family. Without it we suffer frustration, fear, depression, hopelessness, which then almost inevitably turns into blind rage and aggression.

A Brush with Death

There is not one dog in adoption facilities in this country that does not share this horrible, terrifying experience. We understand that we had a very close brush with death from which only the lucky ones escaped alive. This experience branded us for life. It is emblazoned on our hearts to our last breath and burnt into our soul forever.

The young and the restless among us, lacking deep bonds with a family, rebound much faster from this ordeal than mature dogs. While the young are busy “selling themselves” like the mercenaries they are, the older and more mature dogs suffer in silence and grieve the loss of a home and the bond with their family in silent despair. Many of us just give up, curl up in a corner of our cell on a cold, wet cement floor and await death sleeping.

Mature Dogs often become "Lifers"

Their chances of being adopted are virtually non-existent in public pounds and practically nil in rescue kennels. In a pound older dogs are on death row waiting for time to run out; in rescue kennels they are 'lifers' put away in a corner and in many cases forgotten and not even offered for adoption. But at least, I understand, there is plenty of food and water and a minimum of love. That beats life on the streets – as I can tell from my own experience.

I sat on death row, was rescued and moved to a rescue kennel. There I spent almost nine month in a little cell with a concrete floor. Nobody wanted me because I had some gray on my muzzle. Then a kind rescue lady became my champion. Soon thereafter, with her help I found myself a new home.

Senior Dogs are Conscious of their Predicament

Believe me, my human friends, senior dogs are very much aware of their situation and the predicament they are in. Mature dogs know how close they have come to death and that they exist at the mercy of humans - and only as long as humans are merciful. Therefore, dog seniors can and do appreciate the gift of a new life. They are eternally grateful for it.

So, do you adopt an older dog for its pretty face, cute ears, cheerful attitude, soulful eyes, low maintenance coat or any other of a myriad of superficial reasons? Or maybe because he doesn't eat your Gucci handbag?

No, none of the above!

A senior dog's gray muzzle is just as soft as that of a puppy, but the senior will deliberately touch you ever so lightly, barely discernible, to let you know she is right there next to you; his eyes will look deep into yours showing undying love and compassion; he will follow you faithfully without fear like a shadow wherever you go; she will defend you with her life; when you feel down or ill her body, though suffering from pains of her own, will settle next to you to warm, comfort and console you.
A puppy, on the other hand, just crashes into you instead.

So, do you adopt an older dog because she does not eat shoes, knows 'sit, stay and come' and is house broken?
Or is it maybe because he passed Schutzhund II? Doesn't bite the mail person? How about the UPS man? Is it because it makes you feel good to have rescued a mature dog?

No, none of the above!

Be a Champ - Champion a senior dog!

You decided to adopt a senior dog for the right reason: To give the

- gift of life to a creature that deserves
- to live and die in dignity surrounded by a loving family and

- comfort, security, care and love
for a faithful companion in the Golden Years of his life.

You understand that dogs are mammals just like you. We do not have opposing thumbs and build no hospitals or rockets. But we have the mental capacities of a two year old human. We can read your body language masterfully, we understand many of your words much beyond the commands people yell at us. If we had a voice box, we could even utter a few words of your own language. We never stop learning and, yes, mature dogs continue to learn. You can teach a senior new things. Most importantly, we have
- awareness of ourselves and of our
environment,
- memories of events, people and places
,
- emotions, dreams and the
- ability to feel the pain from ailments, afflictions and emotions
- just like you do.

Therefore, your "new" senior dog will never ever forget that you saved her life. And he will always be grateful to you to the utmost extent of his capabilities for the safe, warm spot you give him and for the dignity you restored to his life. Believe me, my human friend, I know from my own experience and from my work with other mature and disadvantaged dogs.

Will it be easy? Will all be roses? Will you invite a pre-programmed perfect companion into your house?

No!

From the Gates of Hell to Paradise - Because of you!

Please remember what your mature rescued dog has experienced before he came to you. She has most likely gone through hell before she found a place in a shelter. Your new friend was seriously and deeply traumatized. He stared death into the face. There will be nightmares and strange reactions that can only be explained by past bad experiences. The two of you will have to learn to cope with all of it.

Be assured that your new companion will do most of the learning. He will be most eager to find out what pleases you - and then do it. For him the hardest part is to understand what pleases you and what you would like her to do for you. Once that is understood, we mature dogs will perform without fail every time. My friends, please believe me, the secret to our hearts and to our cooperation is not basic training and stern commands screamed at us by a two-legged Alpha dog, but positive reinforcement and an air of understanding, respect and love.

Just be patient with us. We need time, lots of it. But we will get there. Eventually, we will feel secure and protected enough to relax like the fellow in the picture above.

How much time? A year or so to perfection! We need love – lots of it. But we also need to know who is top dog. We will do anything for a beloved and kind leader, believe me. That's our nature. We do not fret about being the junior member in our pack. Humans do, dogs don't.

Enough! My human always says one picture tells more than a thousand words. Well, let me show you a few pictures that will hopefully show you what I mean when I talk about security, the privilege of a home and the dignity of a living creature.

Look at the relaxed posture, see how casually those footsies and pawsies are draped over the edge of the couch? See the deep relaxation, contentment and peace in the face of the sleeper? He knows he is safe and protected by his pack leader. Such precious moments make up for all the misery and pain suffered in the past. He will cross the Rainbow Bridge with love, gratitude and happiness in his heart.

YOU made it all possible. You gave this senior a new home and a good life in safety and comfort. See the difference? Feel the harmony?

The Yoke is Easy and the Burden is Light

It is so easy to give this precious gift. You only need an open heart, love for God's creatures, a couch and lots of love and patience. Well, it also helps to know a little about dogs!

This mature lady was a meat grinder on four paws when I met her. She spent literally half of her life in a rescue kennel - vilified, stacked away in a corner and forgotten. Frustrated, desperate, mad with a deep, deep desire to destroy and make suffer as a means of getting back at and giving back to the world what had been handed out to her. I had a hard time explaining to her that meat grinders are not adoptable. Fortunately, she listened to me.

Now, she lives in her own house with a great family as a much loved and respected member of the family. No more rage, no more aggression, no more Chihuahuas for breakfast. No more scaling of 8 foot fences and running around on the roof of the kennel in futile attempts to catch up with us at the end of our weekly visits to her cell. From rags to riches, from concrete floors in a rescue kennel to a fine, comfortable house and bed!

Why? Because kindhearted humans believed in the good in her, opened their arms, their home and their hearts to her. They welcomed and embraced my friend as a true junior member of the 'pack'. Her dignity returned and her pride started to shine again.

Again I am waxing poetically. I cannot help it because I am very, very proud of Lucy and most grateful to the humans who gave her a home, love and dignity. I love Lucy. And Lucy loves her new family with a unique, deep, deep love for her saviors and a never ending dedication to them.

Look at this 'old' guy. He thinks he died and went to Heaven. Note his relaxed posture and the huge smile on his face. Don't you think he will adore his new pack leader?

Isn't this a perfect reason to adopt a dog senior?

In doing so, you not only save a life but give yourself the present of an ever faithful, dedicated, grateful companion till death does part you. No puppy can do that, ever. And, my friends, it beats 'not eating shoes and furniture' hands down as a 'sales argument' for mature dogs!

Want to know more about Lucy and other 'old' Boxer friends? You can read more about Lucy, see highlights of my last visit with her and meet her in her new home.

http://cbears.net/WindsorWeb/BethPleaExcerpts.htm

And, if you are interested, you can read more about my life and experiences here: http://cbears.net/WindsorWeb/WindsorPage1.htm


Tempus fugit - Time Flies

You say, but a senior dog will be with me only a short time. His departure will make me suffer and grieve for a long time. She will leave an empty spot in my arms. He will leave emptiness in my heart and I will mourn. Worse yet, his grave illness and great physical pain may force me to contemplate ending his suffering in a humane way. I do not want to be forced to make such a decision – ever.

Friends, let me tell you that simply by adopting one of us 'mature dogs', you have already added several years to our life. A good, loving home, a warm bed, good food, love and health care will add even more. Each of these years will be quality time and most precious to us. You will be surprised how much longer we will stay with you. People live longer - and so do dogs! Did you know that?

No, that does not address your concerns, I know.

There is very little I can say now to ameliorate or prevent your grieving and your pain over my departure.
When called to the other side, I leave with the pride and dignity you restored to me and happiness and love for you in my heart. My love will be with you forever and, though you cannot see me, my spirit will be with you every day.

My passing will take away my physical pains; it will return me to youth and health so that I may greet you at the Rainbow Bridge in all my God given glory. Time flies and the truth is that you too will one day pass on.
What a joyful reunion that will be!

Nature abhors a vacuum

Oh, one more thing before I go: “Natura abhorret vacuum”, my Boxer mom (yes I come from a learned Boxer family) would say pointing at our little heads. “Fill that void with useful thoughts and lessons. It will keep trouble away.”

Fill that empty space in your house, in your heart, with another 'senior'. There are so many of us just waiting for a soft bed and a warm space. They all have the capability to fill that void in your life and will gladly oblige you. Your grieving over the loss of a friend and the pain of separation will ease in no time. Yet, the memories of our good and happy times together will be with you forever.

That will make me happy. It will also bring joy and happiness to your new companion. What more can we ask for?
You and I!

Go Do The Right Thing

Sayeth the King.

Windsor "Longtail" King MacArthur


Saturday, January 17, 2009

Celebrating A Life -
The Life and Times of Windsor King MacArthur


A final tribute to an extraordinary companion and loyal friend on his passing. This brief storyboard depicts highlights of the short time Windsor had to share with me. It reflects his indominable spirit and his boundless love of life, passion for people and his dedicated service to dogs in need. This sense of duty and this dedication to service were with him to the last moments of his life.
Neither pictures nor words can truly fathom the depth of his commitment to humans and animals alike.
Let us celebrate his life with pictures of his happy times.
For he was a happy dog.
As such he shall be remembered.




Tuesday, October 14, 2008

A Word From The Publisher


With the passing of Windsor, editor and main contributor to this blog, the existence and the purpose of the blog have been called into question. The blog was Windsor's brain child. He wrote most of the articles and contributed materials and suggestions to many others.

He also had a dream: To establish his blog as a foundation on which to build a small not for profit organization that would take in a few old, unwanted dogs, care for them and give them a safe home in which to live out their lives in safety and comfort. Much like a mini 'Dog Town'. All he needed, Windsor said many times, was a kind soul to let him use an unused place to establish his version of a home for a few old dogs.


It was not meant to be.

Windsor's voice has fallen silent.


His passing left a huge empty space in my life and in the life of his surviving companion. With it, Windsor's blog not only lost the main contributor but also some purpose. While he was alive I could clearly hear Windsor's voice. No more, though the surviving Lord Protector claims that “the voice from the box” talks to him and gives him directions.

Judging by the clear and distinct change in attitude and the mischievous stuff the Lord Protector is suddenly doing I am inclined to think that there is something to his claim.


Be that as it may, I have thought long and hard about the future of the blog. I am very busy with another blog about a different subject. The Lord Protector, try as he might, will never be able to express his thoughts in writing. There is no one willing to carry on Windsor's work.


To honor Windsor and his selfless service to his fellow dogs, I am working to celebrate the life and times of my noble companion with a pictorial of highlights of his times with me.

Thereafter, I will suspend at least temporarily Lucys Dog Rescue Blog until it has found a new voice or I have enough time to dedicate to it. The blog will remain on the Net. I will drop in at occasion, maybe even contribute a little.


If anyone feels inclined to contribute or has a dog that has something meaningful to say and in addition wants to contribute regularly to the blog, drop me an e-mail please. We can talk about it.

Until then, thank you for your interest in the welfare of companion animals. Thank you for stopping by to learn from Windsor.



Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Penelope - A rescue miracle

A video of a rescued blue Mastiff.

Last week I went to a local animal shelter to evaluate more than half a dozen dogs that were on the dreaded termination list.

The first one I saw was a blue Mastiff girl. She was scared out of her mind. Did not want to walk, kept herself close to the floor, cowered in corners with her tail between her legs.

There was no way to evaluate her properly. It all came down to taking a more or less educated guess.

I did and with the approval of the rescue group for which I evaluated her. We pulled her out of the shelter. It took two women to carry her to the car. She refused to walk or go anywhere. As soon as she was put into the car, she cowered in the far corner of the cargo space seeking refuge and a hiding place.

She did not even notice my own dog who was sitting on the front seat. As soon as the engine started, she got up and looked around. Then she saw my dog. She sat down facing him and stared at him for a while. Then she looked out of the back of the car watching the world go by.

My dog, who is a rescued dog himself and still far from perfect and balanced, had an exceptionally good day. He had not run away or come out of the car earlier despite the fact that the back hatch was wide open and his leash had slipped and was no longer attached to the car. He patiently waited while I had a conversation with a female shelter visitor who was looking for a Boxer. In fact, he was so good that she felt moved to comment on his balanced energy and personality. If she only knew . . .

My remaining Boxer swears that the “voice from the box” keeps on nagging him and telling him what to do and what not to do. I am almost inclined to believe that he is speaking the truth. For those who do not know, the departed editor of this blog now resides in a box on my computer desk!

To make a long story short, when we arrived at the vet's office, the Mastiff girl greeted me with a thumping tail and then hopped out of the car under her own power. She then went inside with the vet tech. The last I saw of her were some prancing feet and a seductively wiggling tail end.

That is until today. I received an e-mail from the rescue group with a video of the blue Mastiff girl in her new foster home.

Those of us who have seen this dog scared out of her mind, beaten down and hiding from everything and everyone, are elated about her miraculous turn-around.

All others, please let this video show you what beautiful dogs get dumped at animal shelters only to be euthanized shortly thereafter.

True, not all dogs (and cats for that purpose) deserve rescue. Some are just beyond help. But there are so many that suffer the ultimate penalty for no fault of their own.

Please keep that in mind when you watch this video . Let it speak to your heart, please.

There are many like dogs like Penelope in animal shelters everywhere.

She is safe now in her foster home. But she is of course looking for a permanent home with her very own family.

I bet she will not have to wait for long.



Sunday, September 14, 2008

Seniors for Seniors - Senior dogs can be a match made in Heaven

Windsor, my companion and friend for many years, always made it his mission in life to assist senior dogs to find new homes. He rehabilitated a dozen or more older dogs with issues and assisted in finding a great home for each of them.

One of the last things he did was to find the following reasons why senior dogs make especially good pets for Seniors. He never managed to write about it and to publish his opinion. He told me that this poster transcends the usual reasons given for adopting an old dog, such as being housebroken, not eating Gucci handbags and shoes, etc.

As one of the many memorials Windsor deserves, I am publishing here without further comment the text of a poster he found in an animal shelter of the City of Los Angeles.

According to the City of Los Angeles, Animal Services, these are ten reasons senior dogs make the best pets for Senior humans.

"10 Health Reasons Why Pets Are Great For Seniors

1. Pets Lower Blood Pressure. A study of health patients showed that people over 40 who own pets had lower blood pressure than people who did not have pets. Another study showed that talking to pets decreases blood pressure.

2. Fewer Trips to the Doctor. Seniors who own dogs go to the doctor less than those who do not. In a study of 1,000 Medicare patients, even the most highly stressed dog owner/guardians in the study had 21 percent fewer physician's contacts than non-dog owner/guardians.

3. Less Depression. Studies show that seniors with pets do not become depressed as often as those without pets.

4. Easier to Make Friends. Seniors with pets meet more people and like to talk about their pets.

5. Seniors Become More Active. Seniors with pets go for more walks and are generally more active than those without pets.

6. Pets are Friends. Most everyone, but especially seniors, will say that pets are their friends.

7. Pets Ease Loss. Older people who suffer the loss of a spouse and own a pet are less likely to experience deterioration in health following that stressful event.

8. Pets Fight Loneliness. You are less likely to be lonely with a canine or feline friend around.

9. Taking Better Care of Themselves. Seniors take good care of their pets and better care of themselves when they own a pet.

10. Sense of Security. Pets help seniors to feel that someone they trust is always around."

City of Los Angeles, Animal Services, unknown author.


Bless the heart and soul of anyone who gives a senior dog the dignity of a warm and secure home in old age.