November Is Senior Pet Month: Consider Adopting an Older Pet

[geminibear]

Attention animal lovers: November is Adopt a Senior Pet Month, and we’d love for you to consider giving a home to an older cat or dog in need. Animal shelters across the country are full of animals of all shapes, sizes, breeds and ages, but senior pets are typically the most difficult to place.

 

We’ve found that while puppies are adorable, when you choose to adopt an older pet, you know what to expect. Senior cats and dogs are fully grown, their personalities have developed, and many are already trained. But, that doesn’t mean you can’t teach an old dog new tricks! In our experience, senior dogs are often easier to train than puppies due to their calm demeanor and prior interactions with human companions. Older pets can be great matches for seniors, or those who enjoy a less active lifestyle.

 

We’re on the brink of the holiday season, and we can’t think of a better time to provide a home for a shelter pet. Visit our Adopt section to find available senior dogs and cats near you, and help one less animal spend the holiday season in a shelter.

 

Are you the proud parent of a senior pet? Tell us in the comments!

 

5 years ago I saw a frightened dog cowering in the corner of the pen at the animal shelter I volunteer at. It was a 6 year old female of undistinguishable breeding. She had been surrendered. Her previous owner had passed away and the lady's children didn't want her. One lick and she had me. She instantly fit in with my other dogs and me. She is now 11 and I can't imagine the day when she isn't with me.

 

Gem~

[seaboy4hire]

I want to add, NEVER give a pet as a gift! Unless that person is with you and picks it out. Oh and spay and neuter your fur babies!

 

Hugs,

Greg

[bigvalboy]

Attention animal lovers: November is Adopt a Senior Pet Month, and we’d love for you to consider giving a home to an older cat or dog in need. Animal shelters across the country are full of animals of all shapes, sizes, breeds and ages, but senior pets are typically the most difficult to place.

 

We’ve found that while puppies are adorable, when you choose to adopt an older pet, you know what to expect. Senior cats and dogs are fully grown, their personalities have developed, and many are already trained. But, that doesn’t mean you can’t teach an old dog new tricks! In our experience, senior dogs are often easier to train than puppies due to their calm demeanor and prior interactions with human companions. Older pets can be great matches for seniors, or those who enjoy a less active lifestyle.

 

We’re on the brink of the holiday season, and we can’t think of a better time to provide a home for a shelter pet. Visit our Adopt section to find available senior dogs and cats near you, and help one less animal spend the holiday season in a shelter.

 

Are you the proud parent of a senior pet? Tell us in the comments!

 

5 years ago I saw a frightened dog cowering in the corner of the pen at the animal shelter I volunteer at. It was a 6 year old female of undistinguishable breeding. She had been surrendered. Her previous owner had passed away and the lady's children didn't want her. One lick and she had me. She instantly fit in with my other dogs and me. She is now 11 and I can't imagine the day when she isn't with me.

 

Gem~

 

Double like...

 

I adopted my little girl when she was 4 years old. Not exactly an old dog, but the rescue center told me that if I hadn't adopted her when I did, that there was a good chance that she never would have been adopted at all. Most everyone wants puppies. She has been a loyal and constant companion for over 8 years now.

 

My neighbor, God bless his soul, saw a cat on the shoulder of the road on I-95. He circled back, and saw that it had been hit by a car and had a crushed leg. He picked it up and took it to a vet. While the vet was forced to amputate the leg, the cat survived, and now is living out her days quite comfortable, in a 2 bed flat overlooking the water.

 

I think animals know when they have been saved...

[+ purplekow]

I have a dog I adopted when he was 5 years and another three which I adopted as young 'uns. The latest addition is a terror who just yesterday climbed and jumped a 6 foot fence and was brought back by the police along with a ticket and a bill for a return animal fee. Was grateful to have her back. The dog I adopted when he was 5 has never given me any trouble though he did take a nip at the vet.

[gallahadesquire]

I was the "last resort" for a long haired, orange and white tabby, about three years ago. I knew his owner and his owner's lover. They broke up, and I got the cat. Then I got the lover. Odd ways life works.

 

The cat disappeared a little over a year ago -- he was outdoor accessible when I got him, and I couldn't see depriving him of the privilege. I hope he went to another home, but he might have met a coyote.

 

Six months later, we went to a shelter. There had been a shelter in Massachusetts that kept accepting animals, but wasn't placing them. They had hoarded about 200 animals. This shelter took in 25 cats.

My housemate was looking at cats--he has a good Reiki with them--and there was a seven year old grey tabby (who, so far as we can tell, never had a life outside a shelter). I looked at him; he looked at me; and the though came into my mind that "you're taking me home." I didn't know cats were telepathic.

 

So he's here. In the same vein, so is the 28 year old that I needed to give shelter to. I'm looking for a second cat, to keep the first one company. I'm an old softie. But I'm not looking for another roomate.

 

 

[As an aside: When I moved to Worcester for medical school, I got in on two weeks notice. I knew no one. I had no place to stay. I found a rooming house, but was evicted for reasons I still don't know, after six weeks. I met the director of a church choir, who put me up in his house for two months while I was in classes and had no time to find a place. I also found a mentor who, with his lover, made sure I was OK for the next 21 years. We buried the lover on my 45 birthday. One can only pay it forward. An oddity: My mentor eventually became a monk, and is now Abbot of his chapter. "A nun, a monk, and an abbot go into a liquor store" ... anybody got a joke for that?]

.

[+ deej]

When I went to the shelter looking for a dog I'll admit I was thinking puppy and I ended up with a two year old.

 

I let all the doggies make their cases. Most were indifferent. Some showed a little interest. Mine walked up to me, sniffed my hand and gave a few licks, and then laid down on my feet (not AT my feet but ON my feet) with his legs in the air looking for a belly rub. He got his belly rub, and he got a forever home.

 

(And I won the shelter dog Lotto. He came to me house-trained, leash-trained, and he does not bark.)

 

When you go to a shelter to adopt, let the dog choose you. They're annoyingly better than we are at choosing a match.

[gallahadesquire]

When I went to the shelter looking for a dog I'll admit I was thinking puppy and I ended up with a two year old.

 

I let all the doggies make their cases. Most were indifferent. Some showed a little interest. Mine walked up to me, sniffed my hand and gave a few licks, and then laid down on my feet (not AT my feet but ON my feet) with his legs in the air looking for a belly rub. He got his belly rub, and he got a forever home.

 

(And I won the shelter dog Lotto. He came to me house-trained, leash-trained, and he does not bark.)

 

When you go to a shelter to adopt, let the dog choose you. They're annoyingly better than we are at choosing a match.

 

Yes yes. And remember: Dogs have Masters; Cats have Staff.

[+ Charlie]

Our last dog was nine and a half years old when we saw him at the shelter, and we hesitated because of his age, but finally decided it was a good match, because we were senior humans and could empathize with his situation. He turned out to be one of the most lovable animals we have ever owned. Unfortunately, he had the same kinds of senior health problems that we have, and there is no Medicare for dogs. If you adopt a senior animal, you need to be prepared to spend the money necessary to take care of it. Nevertheless, I wouldn't have missed the four years we had with him for anything.

 

Last month we went to a shelter and adopted a stray who is estimated to be about three years old. There is no guarantee that he will be healthy longer than Duke was, but ultimately it doesn't matter--the important thing is the quality of the time you have with him, not the quantity.

[+ glennnn]

My wife and I are in between dogs right now while we travel the world after 40 years of public school teaching , so it would be wrong to adopt a dog right now, even tho we have had so many wonderful canines in our lives. But after we get a few exotic destinations under our belts, I look forward to finding a friend who needs a loving home. I figure I have been fortunate enough to be watched over by some dozen dogs in my life. I really can't wait to see Loot, Domino, Babe, Mocha, Easy and all the others in that heavenly dog park in the sky. Really people, they give us so much more than they receive. Go tomorrow and open your home and heart to a wonderful companion.

[gallahadesquire]

PSA:

 

GET YOUR ANIMALS SPAYED / NEUTERED ASAP

and don't declaw your cats. Would you like the distal part of your fingers removed?

[bigvalboy]

I was the "last resort" for a long haired, orange and white tabby, about three years ago. I knew his owner and his owner's lover. They broke up, and I got the cat. Then I got the lover. Odd ways life works.

 

The cat disappeared a little over a year ago -- he was outdoor accessible when I got him, and I couldn't see depriving him of the privilege. I hope he went to another home, but he might have met a coyote.

 

Six months later, we went to a shelter. There had been a shelter in Massachusetts that kept accepting animals, but wasn't placing them. They had hoarded about 200 animals. This shelter took in 25 cats.

My housemate was looking at cats--he has a good Reiki with them--and there was a seven year old grey tabby (who, so far as we can tell, never had a life outside a shelter). I looked at him; he looked at me; and the though came into my mind that "you're taking me home." I didn't know cats were telepathic.

 

So he's here. In the same vein, so is the 28 year old that I needed to give shelter to. I'm looking for a second cat, to keep the first one company. I'm an old softie. But I'm not looking for another roomate.

 

 

[As an aside: When I moved to Worcester for medical school, I got in on two weeks notice. I knew no one. I had no place to stay. I found a rooming house, but was evicted for reasons I still don't know, after six weeks. I met the director of a church choir, who put me up in his house for two months while I was in classes and had no time to find a place. I also found a mentor who, with his lover, made sure I was OK for the next 21 years. We buried the lover on my 45 birthday. One can only pay it forward. An oddity: My mentor eventually became a monk, and is now Abbot of his chapter. "A nun, a monk, and an abbot go into a liquor store" ... anybody got a joke for that?]

.

 

Such a wonderful wonderful story Gallahad...Great way to start my day. Thank you.

[+ bigjoey]

Hasbro is coming out with an artificial cat. Problem solved:

 

http://www.roboticstrends.com/article/hasbros_robot_cat_reminds_us_to_vsit_our_grandparents

[geminibear]

The latest addition is a terror who just yesterday climbed and jumped a 6 foot fence and was brought back by the police along with a ticket and a bill for a return animal fee. Was grateful to have her back. The dog I adopted when he was 5 has never given me any trouble though he did take a nip at the vet.

I like him already

 

I always take a nip with the vet.

[geminibear]

Would you like the distal part of your fingers removed?

If I said yes would the be weird?

[geminibear]

All that is well and good, but you could also consider adopting an older fella:) , which is actually what I thought the thread was going to be about.

That's what it is about.

[+ purplekow]

Our last dog was nine and a half years old when we saw him at the shelter, and we hesitated because of his age, but finally decided it was a good match, because we were senior humans and could empathize with his situation. He turned out to be one of the most lovable animals we have ever owned. Unfortunately, he had the same kinds of senior health problems that we have, and there is no Medicare for dogs. If you adopt a senior animal, you need to be prepared to spend the money necessary to take care of it. Nevertheless, I wouldn't have missed the four years we had with him for anything.

 

Last month we went to a shelter and adopted a stray who is estimated to be about three years old. There is no guarantee that he will be healthy longer than Duke was, but ultimately it doesn't matter--the important thing is the quality of the time you have with him, not the quantity.

I have had numerous dogs join me for my journey through life. I try to think of their passing as I would any journey home, some of us get there sooner than others but it is the companionship and love along the way that makes the trip bearable.

[+ Truereview]

Gem...what a gr8 post! All my pets have been adopted and you've reminded me how important it is to keep the notion of pet adoption in motion! Also you remind me that we may trick ourselves into thinking we adopt these pets, when in fact, some of these pets choose to adopt us.

 

There is one pet that will always have a special place in my heart. I had just bought a place in LA, and the New Yorker in me was having a helluva time adjusting. A pet behaviorist, Diane, used to set up shop right outside a trendy restaurant and showcase pets who needed extra care. She knew her target audience well: soft-hearted suckers with extra cash. Enter me. Not knowing a soul in LA, I went to brunch with two girls from the office and sure enough, Diane was out there with Tiny. Tiny wasn't so tiny, he was a 60 pound, 10-year old Basset Hound...you know, floppy ears, droopy luv-ya eyes, non-stop drool. From afar, he was lethargic as possible "parents" stroked him. Frankly he was bored to tears spending his 3rd Sunday in a row with Diane, who was beginning to fear the inevitable. However, the minute Tiny spotted me, he perked up! His tail went up like a stiff wind had gotten hold of it, and he began to howl a deep come-hither-now plea. Tiny could have cared less about my girlfriends, Diane, or the brunch onlookers. He had to have me...and I had to have him. See, this baby had been surrendered bc he had cancer, and he had been given a few more months of life. Diane specializes in difficult adoptions; she put me thru the ringer - to the point that I had to change my fence to a more pet friendly kind! It was all worth it: Tiny introduced me to my neighbors and their kids. He also took me to the dog bar and had me flirt,meet, and sleep with some very cute LA boys who are now close friends. He also destroyed many pillows and favorite socks!

 

Six months later, after almost no suffering and lots of vet bills, Tiny figured he had put me on track in his fair city. He decided to fall asleep forever in the front garden, under LA's brilliant sun, next to his favorite toy. That's where he rests today reminding me that a senior pet has much to give and that I continue to have much to learn.

[geminibear]

Gem...what a gr8 post! All my pets have been adopted and you've reminded me how important it is to keep the notion of pet adoption in motion! Also you remind me that we may trick ourselves into thinking we adopt these pets, when in fact, some of these pets choose to adopt us.

 

There is one pet that will always have a special place in my heart. I had just bought a place in LA, and the New Yorker in me was having a helluva time adjusting. A pet behaviorist, Diane, used to set up shop right outside a trendy restaurant and showcase pets who needed extra care. She knew her target audience well: soft-hearted suckers with extra cash. Enter me. Not knowing a soul in LA, I went to brunch with two girls from the office and sure enough, Diane was out there with Tiny. Tiny wasn't so tiny, he was a 60 pound, 10-year old Basset Hound...you know, floppy ears, droopy luv-ya eyes, non-stop drool. From afar, he was lethargic as possible "parents" stroked him. Frankly he was bored to tears spending his 3rd Sunday in a row with Diane, who was beginning to fear the inevitable. However, the minute Tiny spotted me, he perked up! His tail went up like a stiff wind had gotten hold of it, and he began to howl a deep come-hither-now plea. Tiny could have cared less about my girlfriends, Diane, or the brunch onlookers. He had to have me...and I had to have him. See, this baby had been surrendered bc he had cancer, and he had been given a few more months of life. Diane specializes in difficult adoptions; she put me thru the ringer - to the point that I had to change my fence to a more pet friendly kind! It was all worth it: Tiny introduced me to my neighbors and their kids. He also took me to the dog bar and had me flirt,meet, and sleep with some very cute LA boys who are now close friends. He also destroyed many pillows and favorite socks!

 

Six months later, after almost no suffering and lots of vet bills, Tiny figured he had put me on track in his fair city. He decided to fall asleep forever in the front garden, under LA's brilliant sun, next to his favorite toy. That's where he rests today reminding me that a senior pet has much to give and that I continue to have much to learn.

Wow thanks for sharing your great story True.

 

Thank you for adopting Tiny.

[bigvalboy]

Gem...what a gr8 post! All my pets have been adopted and you've reminded me how important it is to keep the notion of pet adoption in motion! Also you remind me that we may trick ourselves into thinking we adopt these pets, when in fact, some of these pets choose to adopt us.

 

There is one pet that will always have a special place in my heart. I had just bought a place in LA, and the New Yorker in me was having a helluva time adjusting. A pet behaviorist, Diane, used to set up shop right outside a trendy restaurant and showcase pets who needed extra care. She knew her target audience well: soft-hearted suckers with extra cash. Enter me. Not knowing a soul in LA, I went to brunch with two girls from the office and sure enough, Diane was out there with Tiny. Tiny wasn't so tiny, he was a 60 pound, 10-year old Basset Hound...you know, floppy ears, droopy luv-ya eyes, non-stop drool. From afar, he was lethargic as possible "parents" stroked him. Frankly he was bored to tears spending his 3rd Sunday in a row with Diane, who was beginning to fear the inevitable. However, the minute Tiny spotted me, he perked up! His tail went up like a stiff wind had gotten hold of it, and he began to howl a deep come-hither-now plea. Tiny could have cared less about my girlfriends, Diane, or the brunch onlookers. He had to have me...and I had to have him. See, this baby had been surrendered bc he had cancer, and he had been given a few more months of life. Diane specializes in difficult adoptions; she put me thru the ringer - to the point that I had to change my fence to a more pet friendly kind! It was all worth it: Tiny introduced me to my neighbors and their kids. He also took me to the dog bar and had me flirt,meet, and sleep with some very cute LA boys who are now close friends. He also destroyed many pillows and favorite socks!

 

Six months later, after almost no suffering and lots of vet bills, Tiny figured he had put me on track in his fair city. He decided to fall asleep forever in the front garden, under LA's brilliant sun, next to his favorite toy. That's where he rests today reminding me that a senior pet has much to give and that I continue to have much to learn.

 

What a wonderful story...God bless you.

[Rudynate]

Attention animal lovers: November is Adopt a Senior Pet Month, and we’d love for you to consider giving a home to an older cat or dog in need. Animal shelters across the country are full of animals of all shapes, sizes, breeds and ages, but senior pets are typically the most difficult to place.

 

We’ve found that while puppies are adorable, when you choose to adopt an older pet, you know what to expect. Senior cats and dogs are fully grown, their personalities have developed, and many are already trained. But, that doesn’t mean you can’t teach an old dog new tricks! In our experience, senior dogs are often easier to train than puppies due to their calm demeanor and prior interactions with human companions. Older pets can be great matches for seniors, or those who enjoy a less active lifestyle.

 

We’re on the brink of the holiday season, and we can’t think of a better time to provide a home for a shelter pet. Visit our Adopt section to find available senior dogs and cats near you, and help one less animal spend the holiday season in a shelter.

 

Are you the proud parent of a senior pet? Tell us in the comments!

 

5 years ago I saw a frightened dog cowering in the corner of the pen at the animal shelter I volunteer at. It was a 6 year old female of undistinguishable breeding. She had been surrendered. Her previous owner had passed away and the lady's children didn't want her. One lick and she had me. She instantly fit in with my other dogs and me. She is now 11 and I can't imagine the day when she isn't with me.

 

Gem~

 

 

I was at a party a few weeks ago. The host has this ancient dog who is very sweet. He's so old that he can't move very fast. I was sitting in a chair with a plate of food. The dog slowly made his way over to me, rested his head on my knee and looked up at me, waiting for a tidbit. I wanted to take him home with me.

[seaboy4hire]

Gem...what a gr8 post! All my pets have been adopted and you've reminded me how important it is to keep the notion of pet adoption in motion! Also you remind me that we may trick ourselves into thinking we adopt these pets, when in fact, some of these pets choose to adopt us.

 

There is one pet that will always have a special place in my heart. I had just bought a place in LA, and the New Yorker in me was having a helluva time adjusting. A pet behaviorist, Diane, used to set up shop right outside a trendy restaurant and showcase pets who needed extra care. She knew her target audience well: soft-hearted suckers with extra cash. Enter me. Not knowing a soul in LA, I went to brunch with two girls from the office and sure enough, Diane was out there with Tiny. Tiny wasn't so tiny, he was a 60 pound, 10-year old Basset Hound...you know, floppy ears, droopy luv-ya eyes, non-stop drool. From afar, he was lethargic as possible "parents" stroked him. Frankly he was bored to tears spending his 3rd Sunday in a row with Diane, who was beginning to fear the inevitable. However, the minute Tiny spotted me, he perked up! His tail went up like a stiff wind had gotten hold of it, and he began to howl a deep come-hither-now plea. Tiny could have cared less about my girlfriends, Diane, or the brunch onlookers. He had to have me...and I had to have him. See, this baby had been surrendered bc he had cancer, and he had been given a few more months of life. Diane specializes in difficult adoptions; she put me thru the ringer - to the point that I had to change my fence to a more pet friendly kind! It was all worth it: Tiny introduced me to my neighbors and their kids. He also took me to the dog bar and had me flirt,meet, and sleep with some very cute LA boys who are now close friends. He also destroyed many pillows and favorite socks!

 

Six months later, after almost no suffering and lots of vet bills, Tiny figured he had put me on track in his fair city. He decided to fall asleep forever in the front garden, under LA's brilliant sun, next to his favorite toy. That's where he rests today reminding me that a senior pet has much to give and that I continue to have much to learn.

 

Thanks for the loving story True. I'm on the bus fighting back tears with a lump in my throat. Yeah I'm a big softie for these kinds of experiences. It's true they adopt us not the other way around. I think the best part is you gave a special needs pup the best last days of his life. High fives and hugs for you sir.

 

Hugs,

Greg

[rvwnsd]

...I'm looking for a second cat, to keep the first one company. I'm an old softie. But I'm not looking for another roommate...

 

I adopted my beloved Scottish Fold brother and sister when they were three years old. The girl passed away when she was 14 and the boy lived to be 21. A couple of years after the girl passed, I realized the boy was getting lonely. He also never had anyone (other than me) to boss around, as his sister ruled the roost when she was alive. After a failed adoption attempt and a visit to the vet, I learned that they had rescued a feral cat and her six kittens from an auto parts yard. The mom was munching on a pigeon when they found her and, as far as anyone could tell, she was truly feral and had never lived in a home.

 

Of course, the kittens were super cute, but I kept gravitating to the mom. After several visits and knowing looks from the mom, she came home to live with me. Although she never lost some of her feral tendencies and would never let me pick her up and would not come on my lap, she was a very well-behaved cat and a very nice companion to my beloved Scottish Fold. They played, they wrestled, they ate together, and they greeted me at the door together. She also knew her place. She was definitely HIS cat.

 

Old age and a few other maladies caught up with the beloved Scottish Fold and he had a sharp decline over the course of a weekend. He was having a very hard time walking to his water dish and I watched as the former feral walked next to him so he wouldn't fall. I also saw her grab food from the bowl and bring it to him and groom him. When I returned from the vet after having him put to sleep, she greeted me at the door, rubbed up against my leg, and did something she never did before: as soon as I sat down she plopped herself in my lap.

 

When I adopted two kittens, she was not exactly thrilled about the little additions to the family. Nonetheless, she kept the kittens in line and trained them to be good cats. Sadly, she contracted hyperthyroid and upon getting stabilized decided she was "done," stopped eating and drinking, and within days was to the point where she had to be put to sleep. (It is hard to medicate and give fluids to a cat who won't let you pick her up)

 

Sadly, I can't have any more cats as the kittens triggered my asthma and had to be re-homed. They and their human live nearby, so I get to see them. Since I can't have cats of my own, I donate to my former vet's "good Samaritan" fund for rescues and for folks who can't afford veterinary care. However, if I can ever have cats again I intend to adopt an older cat. They really make the best pets.

[geminibear]

I adopted my beloved Scottish Fold brother and sister when they were three years old. The girl passed away when she was 14 and the boy lived to be 21. A couple of years after the girl passed, I realized the boy was getting lonely. He also never had anyone (other than me) to boss around, as his sister ruled the roost when she was alive. After a failed adoption attempt and a visit to the vet, I learned that they had rescued a feral cat and her six kittens from an auto parts yard. The mom was munching on a pigeon when they found her and, as far as anyone could tell, she was truly feral and had never lived in a home.

 

Of course, the kittens were super cute, but I kept gravitating to the mom. After several visits and knowing looks from the mom, she came home to live with me. Although she never lost some of her feral tendencies and would never let me pick her up and would not come on my lap, she was a very well-behaved cat and a very nice companion to my beloved Scottish Fold. They played, they wrestled, they ate together, and they greeted me at the door together. She also knew her place. She was definitely HIS cat.

 

Old age and a few other maladies caught up with the beloved Scottish Fold and he had a sharp decline over the course of a weekend. He was having a very hard time walking to his water dish and I watched as the former feral walked next to him so he wouldn't fall. I also saw her grab food from the bowl and bring it to him and groom him. When I returned from the vet after having him put to sleep, she greeted me at the door, rubbed up against my leg, and did something she never did before: as soon as I sat down she plopped herself in my lap.

 

When I adopted two kittens, she was not exactly thrilled about the little additions to the family. Nonetheless, she kept the kittens in line and trained them to be good cats. Sadly, she contracted hyperthyroid and upon getting stabilized decided she was "done," stopped eating and drinking, and within days was to the point where she had to be put to sleep. (It is hard to medicate and give fluids to a cat who won't let you pick her up)

 

Sadly, I can't have any more cats as the kittens triggered my asthma and had to be re-homed. They and their human live nearby, so I get to see them. Since I can't have cats of my own, I donate to my former vet's "good Samaritan" fund for rescues and for folks who can't afford veterinary care. However, if I can ever have cats again I intend to adopt an older cat. They really make the best pets.

Really great story rvwnsd. Thanks for sharing your love of animals.

[Moondance]

A young couple I am close to -- probably unaware that November is Adopt a Senior Pet Month -- just brought home a 12-year-old cat. Her human was moved to a nursing home three weeks prior, and the cat is not without her own special care needs (twice-a-day thyroid medication). My friends had not been thinking of getting a senior animal -- that was the cat's idea. (Pay no attention to those adorable kittens over there ... I'm the one for you!) They've been a happy family for two weeks now.

[rvwnsd]

A young couple I am close to -- probably unaware that November is Adopt a Senior Pet Month -- just brought home a 12-year-old cat. Her human was moved to a nursing home three weeks prior, and the cat is not without her own special care needs (twice-a-day thyroid medication). My friends had not been thinking of getting a senior animal -- that was the cat's idea. (Pay no attention to those adorable kittens over there ... I'm the one for you!) They've been a happy family for two weeks now.

Awww, that's great!