The William is 17 today! Well, ok, the day is arbitrary -- but working from the vet's estimate when he was found, he's now 17.
He doesn't see or hear quite as well as he did, and he doesn't move as fast, but he still has plenty of joie de vivre! Just last month he went on an adventure. He was staying with his Other Mother while I flew to Florida to drive a car back for Son #2. One day, he was in the back yard with her when Husband came out of the house.
H: Where's William?
OM: He's around here somewhere . . .
Both: William? William!!
He was not in the back yard. He'd realized both the front and back garage doors were open, wove his way through the bicycle herd (Yes, herd. Twelve bikes for two people is a herd.), and trotted off to enjoy the world. H found him about four blocks away, where he'd stopped to play with a young woman out washing her car.
He was tired when he got back!
I only hope that when I'm 120, I have that same craving for adventure and love of life. I think the dog has become my role model!