Well, not really. I have always used the 7 dog years to 1 human year ratio, so at 14.3 years old, our chocolate labrador “Ginger”, named after our Gingerbread house tradition at Christmas in our home, turned 100 years old in our eyes. It turns out that it isn’t so simple, and that the ratio changes as the dogs get older, so she is really somewhere between 80 and 90 years old equivalent right now. She isn’t in the best of shape, and we are grateful to have had her all these years, well surpassing the 11-12 year expected lifespan of a lab. With three yayas she loves (and who love her dearly) and pushes around, a great vet, a loving home, she has managed to make it through her 14th Christmas…
She’s really begun to lose it (mentally) lately, which would be understandable at 100, but she still has many moments of full lucidity and lovable cuteness that makes up for the fugue states. Our goal in October was to see if she would make it to the holidays, so she could hang out with Daughter, who is home for the holidays. On Christmas morning, Ginger was the first to open presents, and she got soft treats to munch on, and a body brush since her greatest joy is being rubbed and scratched by her human friends. :)
She still goes for two daily walks, but only goes about 30 meters before turning back to head home, winded. She still barks at the neighborhood cats, but no longer gets up to chase the bejesus out of them. Ging, our resident Vet at marketmanila, says she may still have up to year to go, but as soon as it is clear that her quality of life is truly impaired, we will know what comes next… We are hoping for the best.