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
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 
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, 
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
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. 
Now, she lives in her own house 
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
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?
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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
