Meet Sconnie, my 10-year-old Norwich Terrier and the absolute boss of our household. She’s got some very important jobs, you know. House manager extraordinaire – letting us know precisely when it’s bedtime (no arguments allowed!), vigilant critter patrol in the yard, and my personal walking coach, always ready to nudge me out the door.

I’ve had a dog by my side my entire life. The thought of coming home to an empty house, without that enthusiastic greeting and wagging tail, is simply unimaginable. And while my heart aches at the thought of not having another furry friend in the future, I know Sconnie is likely my “last” dog.

As we get older, that word “last” starts creeping into our vocabulary. The last car, the last big vacation, the last family reunion… and for pet lovers, the last dog. It’s a bittersweet realization. While I’d love to welcome another pup into my life someday, I have to be realistic about the future.

My mobility and health are uncertain at this stage of my life and the most loving thing I can do for a dog is to ensure they have a stable, forever home. The thought of my dog ending up in a shelter or having to adjust to a new family because I could no longer care for them is heartbreaking.

So, I’m cherishing every moment with Sconnie, my loyal companion, my furry shadow, and my last dog. She’s more than just a pet; she’s family. And I’m grateful for every day we have together. hashtag#doglove hashtag#norwichterrier hashtag#lastdog hashtag#seniordog hashtag#mansbestfriend hashtag#petstagram hashtag#dogsofinstagram hashtag#grateful hashtag#adoptdontshop (Even though Sconnie is my last, I still believe in adoption!)