For years I’ve heard the ratio was 7 to 1, but I recently found out that is not it at all. According to the interwebby thingy this is the equation: For the first two years, a dog year is equal to 10.5 human years. After that, each dog year equals 4 human years. This calculation is based on studies that indicate dogs, except maybe larger breeds, develop more quickly in the first two years of life. Well that was as clear as mud, but it covers the ground and left me more confused than I was an hour ago. A dog is 16 (Our Years) so using the times 7 that is 112 their years
The same dog (Still 16 of our years) using the interwebby scale is 77 in their years. Either way that is a ripe old age. But then I have a cat (Long story) that is 19 years old in our (Human years) but our cat is 92 in cat years or 19 in our years. Pretty boring information so far???
But there is a good reason I’m telling you all of this; early this morning we found our 16 year old dog Mini (AKA Minimum) a long time friend and faithful member of our house passed this morning. Mini came to us the same way as so many other dogs have, someone gave her to us. We had just moved into our new house, and had stopped by a friends bar and one of the customers was there with his dog and a box of puppies. If you find that odd then you need to spend more time in the Philippines. While I was having a beer I spied Mayang peering into the box, and knew a pup was coming home with us. The customer turned and said, to Mayang that they were free if she would give it a good home. Mayang took one and left without a word. Naturally I waited and had another beer when she returned and showed the guy the new shot record card she received from the vet. That was in 1999.
Now it’s the year 2016.It was sad, and it still upsets me, but here is what happened. The past year she has slowed down to a snail’s pace. If she jumped up to bark and informed us that someone was at the gate (The rest of the Dog Army had already informed us) after that bark, she was forced to lie down and take a nap.
She will be missed, as any of you dog lovers know, a dog is as much a part of your life as eating or sleeping. Even a planned trip requires pet sitters to be hired and then trained. And everyday you’re absent you worry, kind of like they were teenagers. If you want good sex you need a good woman, if you want unconditional love , you need a good dog. To prove this point, put a woman and you dog in the trunk of your car for twenty minutes, let them both out and tell me who still loves you. Now I found that I must explain that those last two comments were purely added in jest, please don’t tell me we shouldn’t do that to our ladies, as we already know that!
But instead of feeling sad, I’ll remember coming home from sea and the family telling me that 30 minutes before I pulled up to the gate she (Mini) had been going berserker as if she knew I was coming. Mayang and the girls would hug me and Mini tried to nuzzle her way in between us to get at me. While home she would stay by my side, including during naps. If she needed to go outside she would hit me with her paw and wake me then she ran and scratched the door. I was looking at those scratches on our Nara Wood door and swear I’ll never refinish it.
I have 13 other dogs whom I love also, but Mini was the “DONA” a Japanese Spitz who left us with three of her pups (All aging now) I’m not in a very sad mood as my memories are forever, but tomorrow I know I’ll be looking around the house for her. What I am sad about is that whichever scale you use to figure dog years, it will never be enough. But the cat still survives and will outlast me.