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Mobility decline in senior dogs rarely announces itself with a limp — it whispers first. Here are the early signs I missed with Tango, and what actually helped once we knew.

In the summer of 2013, we decided Pablo needed a companion — something big and loving, not another small dog to compete with his ego. At the shelter, I found him in a quiet corner: a big orange dog being comforted by one of the staff. He'd been returned once already. Something about him just warmed my heart. We introduced him to Pablo carefully, half-expecting trouble. They looked at each other, walked away, and that was it. The day I brought him home, he couldn't quite manag

She was a beautiful Husky, full of life. The kind of dog who walked into a room — or a dog park — and you just felt it. Graphica could be aloof sometimes. A little distant, a little above it all, in that classic Husky way. But underneath that coolness was something warm and fuzzy, something that only showed itself in the right moments. One of those moments happened every week at the Husky Hikes. We used to drive out to a Chicago suburb where Huskies from all over would gather

He was the second Tiny, scruffy, with one bad eye, covered in ticks and fleas. The rest of the litter had been taken. I picked him up — and that was the end of the story. He was ours from that moment, and we his. Pablo was a Chihuahua, and if you know Chihuahuas, you know they don't think of themselves as small. Pablo certainly didn't. He would stand up to dogs twice his size without a flicker of hesitation. He was feisty, stubborn, and deeply, quietly loving in the way only