12/13/2025
Amen!! Thank you to all our friends and supporters who love and cherish precious senior dogs!
“Take him,” my owner said to the shelter volunteer, handing over my leash.
“He’s too old now. He can’t keep up with me anymore. He just sleeps all day.”
I didn’t fully understand what was happening.
For 15 years, I—Kodi, an old Pit Bull with a once-muscular frame and a brave, steady heart—had been by his side.
I woke him up in the mornings, sat quietly with him on hard days, and greeted him with gentle tail wags even when the pain in my body was hard to hide.
My legs had grown weaker, my chest wasn’t as broad as it once was, and my eyes carried the weight of time…
But my heart?
Still full. Still loyal.
That day, he didn’t even look back.
Just like that, I was no longer his protector, his companion—
I was just a burden he no longer wanted.
At the shelter, people came and went.
Children pressed their faces to the glass, laughing at the playful puppies—
small, energetic, perfect.
But when they reached my kennel—
where an old Pit Bull with a graying face, heavy body, and tired eyes lay quietly—
they hesitated.
“He looks sweet… but he’s a Pit Bull.”
“And he’s old.”
“He probably doesn’t have much time left.”
“I couldn’t handle that kind of heartbreak.”
So I curled tighter on the cold concrete floor and let the truth settle in—
I wasn’t unwanted because I was bad.
I was unwanted because I was old…
and because I was a Pit Bull.
Then she appeared.
She didn’t even glance at the puppies.
She walked straight to me—
straight to the dog no one else chose.
She knelt down, her voice soft and calm.
“Oh, sweetheart… look at you.”
My tail moved—just a small thump.
But she noticed.
She didn’t see my age or my slow steps.
She saw my soul.
“I’m not looking for a hiking partner,” she told the volunteer.
“I’m looking for a gentle soul to share quiet mornings and peaceful evenings.
And he… he’s perfect.”
That day, I didn’t leave the shelter as an afterthought.
I left as someone’s family.
Tonight, I’m resting on the softest orthopedic bed I’ve ever known, wrapped in a blanket that smells like safety and kindness.
She knows I may not have many years left—
maybe not even many months.
But she made me a promise:
Whatever time I do have…
will be filled with love.
To anyone reading this—
Please don’t overlook the seniors.
Don’t overlook the gray-faced Pit Bulls,
the slow walkers,
the ones whose loyalty outlived the people who left them behind.
We may not be young anymore,
but our hearts love just as fiercely.
We don’t need a lifetime.
We just need someone willing to love us now.
Love has no age limit. ❤️🐾