It's been almost five years since I lost Jo-Jo, a 13 year old Golden Retriever that was the finest dog I've ever known. She wore a fixed smile, the corners of her mouth always upturned. Her eyes glowed with anticipation of being with you or ready to get down to serious outside work. She was truly a friend and I still miss her.
With the loss, many have asked me if I'm ever getting another dog. It's tempting. Really, how can you not look at a pile of puppies and not want to take one home. I miss walking a dog to the tune of at least 30 additional pounds, which was enhanced by quitting smoking, but that's another blog altogether.
Here's why I won't get another dog. They're too much work. I'm 57 and I don't want to pick up poo anymore from frozen January tundra or soggy May melting. I don't want to wipe feet any more after downpours. I don't want to struggle to bath the critter. I don't miss vet bills or dragging fifty pounds of dog food around the grocery store. I want to spend more time out of town and finding reliable boarding can be difficult and expensive. I don't want to outlive another dog and deal with the crushing loss.
Dogs are the greatest. Their love is unconditional. I miss that. But my days of giving a furry friend a forever home are over.