I could never bring myself to throw Buck’s booties away. It’s been five years since his passing, and while I’ve cleaned out the “pet cabinet” several times since then, I just couldn’t dispose of the well-worn boots that helped our arthritic 13-year-old lab mix maneuver the tile and wood floors without slipping.
Ironically, Buck refused to use the $400 Walkin’ Wheels we bought him. He would just stand there, frozen, despite our pleadings (and a bit of tugging). Instead, he preferred the $40 boots. (Note to self: Next time, try the cheaper option first).
This past Christmas, I flew to Colorado to spend the holiday with my mom and my sister, brother-in-law, three nephews and two family pets—my dog-niece, Soupy and my late father’s dog, Uncle Bear, now 14.