When you adopt an adult pet, the moment they’re yours, you’re immediately buying time. An eleven year old Maltese might have another 5 years in him. Six, if you’re lucky and can afford trips to the Pet ER.
This is the table you’re invited to sit down at when you adopt any animal. Your new host will let other guests come and take a little bit with them if they leave. Such is the greed of Illness and Accidents. Sometimes Lost comes to take your host from the table for a while, but hopefully not for long and not meeting with Accidents on the way home.
Yet, at some point you will have to leave the table yourself, and it’s a hard, sad goodbye.
Yesterday I said my goodbyes to Lester. He was my sweet, sweet boy, and I won’t ever forget him as long as I live.