Well I guess the first thing I want to write about is adopting and fostering senior dogs. I have a whole pack of them laying around my bedroom right now, so they are a part of a No Kill solution that I am somewhat knowledgeable about.
Older dogs get killed in shelters all the time because they are supposedly "un-adoptable". Now I would say they are harder to find homes for, but not un-adoptable. Some people think that they are not getting as much for their money or whatever if they adopt a senior dog. Maybe they fear they will get this old guy home and he will die overnight and they will have to grieve and all that or that this older dog is going to need some geriatric specialist vet that will cost millions of dollars or something.
As far as financial cost goes, I have found the exact opposite is true. The older guys really do not need much. A warm soft blanket, good food, milk bones, rawhides, greenies, senior dog vitamins, supplements, clean water, a little exercise, love and companionship are the main ingredients for a happy old dog life, far as I can tell. Mine even like to squeak on a toy now and then. They love to pose for photos as well.
I think that old dogs, old cats and old human beings deserve to live their lives to the fullest til they die, naturally, if/when possible. Now don't get me wrong! There is no way in tarnation I would allow an animal to lay around and suffer and have a terrible and undignified life either. But there are dogs and cats being killed in shelters, because they are old and homeless or maybe they are missing some fur or have some old man fat lumps or whatever. This does not have to be a death sentence!
Just as a young pup still has the whole rest of his life ahead of him, so does an older dog!
When Bill and myself were volunteering at the shelter, there were several arguments about whether I would adopt some of the younger, cooler pups to bring home and add to our growing family. Today I am somewhat glad that I did not sneak any of those little whipper~snaps into the pack while he was out working/not paying attention. They surely would have been a lot more work than the older guys we ended up with and I am sure they would never have been as full of the wisdom, grace and peacefulness of the senior pack.
HOBO MY SHADOW HOFFMAN
The first guy that came home with me was missing a bunch of hair and he was stinky. His breath was stinky and his fur smelled like he had been laying around in a pool of pee. The shelter manager at our local Stroudsburg PSPCA Adoption Center, said the dog needed to be euthenized because she believed he had end stage renal failure. Well I am not a vet and I don't even play one on tv, but I could see that this dog had nothing wrong with him that called for his immediate extermination. I believed with all my heart that he deserved to live in a home where he would be loved and treated with dignity and respect til it was time for him to die.
Some clues about the life left in this dog were that when I went to the shelter to walk dogs, he would jump up and wag his tail when I would appear at his cell with some milky bones! When I would show him the leash and ask him did he want to go out and walk, he would jump up and down and be so excited. I would get him outside and he would walk with me and then if I sat down to spend some time talking with him, he would nuzzle close to me, tail wagging always, and you could just tell there was something special between us. He really cared about me being there and I was falling in love with him too. He still had a fine appreciation for walks, milk bones, hugs and kisses, nuzzling and snuggling. He was in no pain at all. He was just painful to look at with all his missing hair and his stinky fur and breath!
Since I was not totally sure whether this guy was sick or just not well taken care of, I believed that he would be with us for a couple of months or something and that I could give him the time of his life til then. It has been somewhere around 8 months since Hobo My Shadow Hoffman came home to live with us. Hobo is a very fast runner and he jumps up into our laps and thinks he is an old wienerdog and he is the pack leader of our dog family. Bossy as they come and happy as can be!
Here are some photos of how he looked when he first came home with me! He had hair missing. He was discolored (the color of urine) so I was not sure if he was jaundiced or what. His body was shaped strangely, skinny, yet bloated or something. But he had so much soul in his face, Can you tell?
IN BETWEEN STAGE - These photos were taken after a few months with us. See how Hobo's hair began growing back with some good food, vitamins, glucosamine and brushing?!
HOBO MY SHADOW HOFFMAN TODAY - Healthy, happy and pretending to be a wiener dog so he can get some of the eukeneuba - See how his hair is all in and his muscle weight has increased in all the right places, and he is looking like a sled puller for the iditerod? OH HOBO! COME GROW OLD WITH ME!

