About 84 years old in human years.
The “after 20 years he still grieves” lyric recognized the love and attachment we develop for our dog(s).
Should have named it shakes
He helped get fetal stem cell research passed in Missouri.
My condolences on the loss of Canute.
Gus was a very handsome dog.
Our family has some elderly dogs right now - we know they won’t be around but for so long - 2 that are 12 plus and 2 that are around 10. All are showing age, the 12 year olds are getting rather gray around the muzzle. While the two older ones are getting issues like sight/hearing loss, arthritis, etc., they’re still “happy campers” and eating well.
Our animal friends are kinder/friendlier to us than most human ones. They need our support and provide us love in return (the cats try to not show it but I know how they feel). Their death strikes us harder than some human ones because of the ties they have to us.
Prayers of comfort for Michael J. Fox...
Unless something totally debilitating the hardest part is deciding “when” to make the call.
Didnt see what was wrong wither Guss ?
I extend my deepest sympathies to Mr. Fox. It is slightly over a year since I lost my Maine Coon a month shy of her 12th birthday and I still weep for the loss. Despite a nationwide search, I am still waiting for a tortie and white Maine Coon kitten. Eventually, I hope that one will be born to one of the top breeders I am in contact with. Mr. Fox, I totally feel your loss.
I can see the meeting at the MSN news desk...”Should we run the story about millions of crimmigrants storming the souther border? No. Kids in cages? No. High numbers of illegals dispersed throughout the country while testing positive for China virus? No. I got, run the tripe about Alex P. Keaton’s dog dieing. The public will lap that up.”
was it a press release or was it leaked?
Our pets are beloved family.
Our Dandie Dinmont, Dorie is fifteen now. She’s blind, coughs, and sleeps a lot, but still has an appetite. Just a matter of time. Her pups and mate are long gone. I wonder why we put ourselves through such grief. Kipling has a poem, “The Power of a Dog.”