From commentor Ron L, mid-December 2010:
I share my home with the Shepherd sisters, Troi and Crusher. They are pushing 14. I also have Pearl, our diabetic, geriatric cat. Our youngest dog is Felony, the pit-bull, who is a spry 10 year old. In June, Felony was diagnosed with lymphoma. She is doing very well but her future is uncertain. She wasn’t able to tolerate chemo and we almost lost her in August. Every day since then has been a blessing and a pleasure. My goal for Felony is that she never has another bad day and I think that I can manage that. We have her on doggy hospice care.
My days revolve around the needs of my aging pets. Medications, seperate walks for every dog, twice daily injections of insulin for Pearl. Crusher, the larger shepherd girl, no longer climbs stairs so if we linger too long in the morning we are treated to the “I’m lonely” barks. Frequently, we are awakened by barks to go in or out. She also barks if she’s silly enough to fall asleep on the hardwood floor instead of the multiple dog beds and carpet runners provided for her. She has trouble rising up from the hardwood and we have to go downstairs and grab her butt and help her up. She sometimes looks a little apologetic about this but mostly she just looks entitled.
Troi and Crusher were acquired from the Lewis and Clark Humane society when they were about 4 months old. Pearl was the sickliest kitten in a litter found in a trailer park. Felony, the pit-bull, was a gift. When the dogs were younger, we did foster work for pit-bull rescue. We fostered seven puppies. All of whom went to good homes. There has always been a certain randomness to the acquisition of these pets. We did not plan on getting two puppies when we went to the shelter. I did not intend to bring home a pit-bull. Pearl was incredibly sickly and I didn’t want my son to choose her because I thought she was a heartbreak waiting to happen. She’s 17 or so now.