We Baby Boomers will probably live into our 80s and 90s. Our dogs live about 13 years and our cats about 18 and change. That means we will suffer more than what used to be the average amount of pet grief.
Yesterday, a neighor in our building put to sleep her dog. He could barely walk and it was the humane thing to do. Four times a day, every day, she had walked him. As a lot of us had noticed, it was difficult recognizing her on the street without her dog. Now he is gone.
My college friends (Seton Hill, Class of '67) on Facebook got me through the recent death of my 18-year-old feline companion Jason. That really did help. Soon enough they pushed me to adopt from a shelter. That's how my new five-year-old canine Lee K. came into my life. If I am lucky, he will be around about seven more years. Then I will again experience the profound pain of not having those four feet padding around the apartment.