How old was your longest living dog?

What the title said.


How old was your longest living dog?

Vote in the poll please.
Please only vote if that dog has passed away.

Add a little background stories too on how your dog has passed away if you are willing.

I found a pup many years ago. She was tossed into a fenced in lot where I worked. She was scared of every thing, turns out with good cause. I will condense a very long story. After feeding her for two weeks I decided to take her home. First was a trip to the vet as I had cats at home and did not want to take any diseases home. She was malnourished and abused but the vet said basically healthy. The vet put her at 5 months. I had her for 16 years. She developed kidney cancer and due to her age and the advanced stage of the cancer we had her euthanized. She has been gone longer than I had her and I still miss her.

When i was nine years old,i kept a dog.At that time,she was only five years old.I still remembered she often followed behide me when i was on the way to school.She was my good friend and good company.But one day,she got missed.I tried to find her,but failed.I'm really sad about that.Now i still miss her,hoping that she is still alive.

My grandpa had an old cattle dog, I remember it was older than I was when it passed away. It was a great dog needless to say. He was so helpful rounding up cattle, knew every bit of the farm, and was a great gaurd dog.

Lady was our oldest lived dog. She belonged to my Grandpa, not to myself though. He had taken her in as nearly an adult dog in exchange for some work he did on a log table saw.

She's been gone now many years, but looking back through family pictures, she spans through 19 years worth so given her adult status when they took her in she had to be nearly 20 or perhaps moreso.

She was quite an undetermined breed. I'll have to pull out some photo albums to see if I can get a picture of a photo I may have of her here yet. She was always present so I'm sure I'll find a good one.

I haven't had a lot of dogs in my life up until recently. At least not ones I owned and got to keep for long periods. My family were frequent movers and we lived in a lot of houses that wouldn't allow pets. My longest though, was technically my second dog, and she was with us for about 1.5 years. Kia (Red Heeler, can't remember what they're called in the US) was given to me for my 12th birthday after my parents divorced and she was 3 years old at the time. Up until Ori and Jasmine now, she was also the longest time I'd had a dog.

Sadly though, she was very protective of me, and had a habit of "nipping" those who she thought were a threat to me, and she was also very aggressive towards other dogs. She was an absolute sweetheart usually, just had a VERY off temper, and my mother and I really at the time, weren't that dog-smart. She's still lacking in that department, I'm afraid. But she was never really an animal person like me. The neighbors had their little Jack Russell mix in their front yard one day (still remember the date, weirdly) and in the public housing we lived in at the time, and the rural town, there were no fences in between front yards.

Kia bolted out of the door when my uncle was opening it and me already in the front yard grabbed her collar...successfully, my uncle decided he could handle her better, brushed my hand away and missed grabbing it so she took off. The 15-year-old thought it was a really smart idea to break them apart with her hands at their mouths, and she got bit from Kia. 10 minutes after, I was in the most hysterical state locked up in in the bathroom with Kia, hugging her to me knowing exactly what they were out there discussing. I refused to come out knowing that they were talking about having Kia put down, but I had to come out eventually, my mother was in tears on the front lawn as I emerged, told her that she's sorry, she has no choice, I think I remember throwing a stick at her and screaming before running back into the bathroom and locking the door once more.

When the council came to get her the next morning, I tried running after the truck, but my uncle restrained me until they got halfway down the street, and I still chased them as far as I could before breaking down. I don't think I've truly ever gotten over it, and I never spoke to our neighbors again after that...I hope that girl's a lot wiser when it comes to breaking up dog fights again.

Wow. I'm sorry, I just realized how much of an essay this was.

That sucked they put down a dog because someone silly got bit trying to break up a dogs' fight with hands at their mouths. It is ridiculous.

Yep, people can do the darndest things when it comes to pet "care"