Have you said no to having a pet despite really wanting one? Or do you turn down invitations to fun events to avoid leaving your furry friend alone at home too long?
Does the thought of cuddling up with a blanket, a good book and a sweet pup snuggled at your feet simply warm your heart? Me too!
There’s nothing better than having the best companion dog by your side. It’s a fantastic idea!
The stages of pet loss grief for some people over 60 are really no different than the experience of someone in their 20s.
However, if you are feeling a little raw or unsure with your emotions from the impending loss or the loss of your pet, keep in mind that what you are feeling is normal.
Coping with the loss of a pet is incredibly difficult at any age. As you probably already know, it doesn’t matter if you are six or 60 – the raw emotions of pet loss can make you feel alone, angry or even numb.
As a woman over 60, having a pet in your life can give you boundless love and happiness. You probably don’t need anyone telling you that the love you have for your pet is amazing.
Here at Sixty and Me, we know just how much living with an animal can improve your life, and we’ve written before about the benefits of owning a pet as an older adult. Many people choose to buy their animal from a breeder, but there are plenty of other ways to adopt deserving pets.
By now, it’s pretty clear that the evidence shows that having a pet is a great idea for many seniors.
Beyond the “soft” benefits of owning a pet – like unconditional love and emotional support – animals can be great for your health. For example, according to this study, owning a pet may significantly reduce your chances of developing heart disease.
When we are planning a vacation, or any kind of trip for that matter, we typically plan for all sorts of situations.
What clothes do we need to include for everything we want to do? What snacks do we want to keep within our grasp? Do we have enough of our prescription medications for the entire time we will be away? The list goes on.
“I said I’d take a dog, but I’m not sure I want that one.” “He’s a real sweetheart,” Brittany, a staff member, assured me. He was big with the smushed-in face of a bulldog, but the height of a boxer. He had a barrel chest, and his front legs were shorter than the back ones making his back bow in the middle. Truth is I was a little afraid of him.