I met Silver Robinson when he was three years old. He belonged to my new boyfriend Sterling. I had seen pictures of Silver \u2013 it was, after all, the background on Sterling\u2019s phone \u2013 this beautiful, square headed yellow Labrador Retriever. In the photo, he looked regal, proud, strong. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sterling got Silver from a breeder in Oklahoma after his mom commandeered his chihuahua. When Sterling arrived to choose a dog, he saw puppies roughhousing in a pen. But there was one puppy alone in a pen by himself. When he asked, he learned that the Lone Puppy had been adopted, but then returned when his new parents couldn\u2019t (or wouldn\u2019t) make the payments. Thus, instead of costing $600, he was just $300, the remainder of his payments. He was also a little bit older than the other puppies. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
One Saturday afternoon, I recounted this story to Silver, ending with, \u201c\u2026and that\u2019s why you\u2019re a Discount Dog\u201d \u2013 right as Sterling entered the room. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat did you just say?!\u201d Sterling asked. \u201cYou can\u2019t tell him he\u2019s a Discount Dog!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut he is. And that\u2019s okay. I\u2019m simply telling him his origin story,\u201d I said. \u201cHe needs to know where he comes from.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In 2011, after just six months of dating, Sterling and I moved in together to his (and Silver\u2019s) home. I brought with me a crotchedy old cat named Buttercup. Cuppie was nonplussed. Silver was thrilled. He thought she was a toy we\u2019d brought home just for him. A few episodes of Cuppie smacking him on the nose conveyed to Silver that she was boss, she most certainly did not<\/em> want to play, and she did not like having her rear end sniffed. Silver grudgingly accepted that he should give her a wide berth if he walked by.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silver came to know our schedules and our habits: he knew that we\u2019d probably go out on a Friday or Saturday night, come home late, and I\u2019d wind up on the floor with him, imitating the way he was lying down showing us his belly, feet up in the air. He was smart: he knew what time he got fed, he knew what time we went for walks, he knew where his food and his treats were. He knew when I was sad, he knew when I was happy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n In 2012, Sterling proposed to me in the living room of our rented condo in Utah, where we\u2019d been skiing with my parents and some friends. Our friend Mohammed came to pick us up to go to the airport, and when we told him we were engaged, he said, \u201cSilver is like, \u2018I finally have a mommy!\u2019\u201d I\u2019ll never forget that moment. Because though we were making our relationship \u201cofficial,\u201d I had become Silver\u2019s mom long before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Buttercup passed away in 2014. We adopted a cat a couple months later from the local animal shelter and named him Batman for the mask on his face. He\u2019s a tough tuxedo cat who stalks around the house like he\u2019s master of the jungle. After an introductory period during which neither Batman nor Silver was sure about this other new creature, Batman decided that he and Silver were going to be best friends. He\u2019d snuggle him, bat his nose or bite his hindquarters in an invitation to play. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Silver turned 13 in November of 2020. We knew we were on borrowed time. He was having trouble navigating the stairs, but I called him my Timex: he kept taking a licking but would keep on ticking. One of the most recent times he hurt himself meant that we put up a baby gate and kept him downstairs, even when we\u2019d go to bed. For that week, Batman didn\u2019t come to bed with us either. He stayed and kept watch on his big brother. Each and every night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Batman would help him sometimes, sitting on one of the lower steps and meowing to alert us to the fact Silver was having trouble. <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe know, Batty, thank you \u2013 now get out of his way.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n As if he understood, Batty would scamper up the stairs, and after a few stops and starts, a few confused sniffs at the steps and debating where to put his paws, Silver would follow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In March 2020, when the pandemic shut everything down and I started working from home, I decided that the whole family needed a walk each day. The downstairs robot vacuum was scheduled to run each day at 3 p.m., which became our walk time. It seemed like a no brainer: the vacuum was loud, Silver loved getting a walk, I needed to get away from my desk for both mental and physical health. I blocked my Outlook calendar for a half hour each weekday at 3, and Silver and I would walk. His dad didn\u2019t always come with us, depending on his work schedule. <\/p>\n\n\n\n But Silver and I walked nearly every day without fail. If it rained, I waited until it stopped, and patiently explained to Silver that we\u2019d go once it cleared up. If someone scheduled a meeting in Outlook during my allotted walk time, I\u2019d move the walk, again necessitating an explanation that our schedule would be somewhat different that day. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Not just because of our walks, Silver became my buddy. Sterling was back in the office most days during the week, so it was me and Silver most of the day. During my workouts, he thought we were playing, even though I\u2019d been doing these workouts for the better part of a year. He\u2019d try to pick up dumbbells in his mouth, or drop his tennis ball next to me, hoping I\u2019d throw it back in the middle of doing lunges or squats. While he was lying in his bed, watching me pace the room during a conference call or just trying to get my steps in for the hour, I\u2019d lean down and give him a quick scratch between the ears. I\u2019d tell him, \u201cYou\u2019re so cute!\u201d or \u201cI love your face!\u201d even though his hearing had gotten so bad he couldn\u2019t hear anything but the loudest noises. I read that even if a dog\u2019s hearing wasn\u2019t great, he could still tell if you were interacting with him, or whether you were being kind or harsh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because we were walking each day, and it was summertime in Houston, I got Silver some booties so he wouldn\u2019t burn his paw pads. I should have trained him to wear them long before, because it turns out maybe you can\u2019t<\/em> teach an old dog new tricks. He would walk around as if his paws were stuck to the ground, looking as if he were drunk. They must have really confused him. So we put the booties away and figured that some day there would be another dog who might wear them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In April of this year, Silver hurt himself again on the stairs. We were out of town, and our pet sitter called Sterling to tell him Silver couldn\u2019t walk. Sterling and I looked at each other, and we knew: this time wasn\u2019t like the others. We came home from our trip, picked him up from the emergency vet and my heart broke when I saw him being supported by two vet techs in a sling. I started sobbing and I told Sterling, \u201cI\u2019m not ready, I\u2019m not ready to let him go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n But it was time. We took him to our regular vet, and while Sterling went to get him a cheeseburger from Whataburger for his final meal, I lay on the floor of the exam room with him. I told him how much I loved him, how much I would miss him, and that he had been the best dog. He relaxed with a long sigh as he left us. <\/p>\n\n\n\n He will forever be the best dog.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I met Silver Robinson when he was three years old. He belonged to my new boyfriend Sterling. I had seen pictures of Silver \u2013 it was, after all, the background on Sterling\u2019s phone \u2013 this beautiful, square headed yellow Labrador Retriever. In the photo, he looked regal, proud, strong. Sterling got Silver from a breeder … <\/p>\n