She was eight years old when I brought her home. She was billed on Petfinder as "young" when I was searching, but that was an error. I knew she wasn't particularly young when I saw her, but I didn't know she was eight years old until I had her home and my (know it all!) husband found her age buried in some paperwork. We fell in love with her immediately, and yet I worried about how long we would have to spend with her at that age. Sometimes when I would walk her, I would pray that we could have eight more years. That seemed reasonable, right? That would total sixteen years, and she was a small dog. It was possible...
So we made it. I felt greedy at the end...having a 16 year old dog and an answered prayer, but still silently hoping for more. She was imperfectly perfect, and we loved her beyond measure. We still do. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about her.