Ruby turned 16 back in late August. Unfortunately I was preoccupied with other personal matters (surgery, COVID), so the exact date skipped past me. Today I'm finally getting around to writing about the longest-lived Labrador Retriever we've ever had live with us.
To give you some idea how much has occurred with Ruby, I'll start off with the photo of when we picked her (or should I say, when she waddled over to pick us) when she was five weeks old. She was all Lab, wanting to play and romp with her littermates, and then when we brought her home at eight weeks, with Max.
This was Ruby on 8 November 2008, twelve weeks after she was born. She was smitten with Max, and spent all her waking hours playing with him. He, of course, tried to be cool about the whole thing.
Max and Ruby were always two peas in a pod as far as doggos go. They loved to do everything together. It's unfortunate we lost Max back in 2915, nearly 10 years ago. But his spirit lives on with Ruby, and with Annie, our Labradoodle.
I back to walking the girls after evening meal, as part of my physical therapy, and as part of the three of us spending time together. Ruby still leads me on the walks, although we're both walking slower than we used to. Annie is always tugging on her lead, while Ruby just walks with a trained elegance that only comes with time.
I'm blessed Ruby is still with me, and I try to take time out of every day to spend it with her. Ruby, and all the little ones, are one of many joys of retirement.
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