
We pray for immortality for the dogs we love, but time is never promised, whether a dog be two or ten years of age.
Adopting a puppy does not guarantee you years of happiness. A depressing thought to open my blog with, I know.
You’re probably already forming a strategic answer to this, given what I’m going to talk to you about: time and how we measure it. I know your thought process because it’s natural to think this way. Like a mathematical equation of probability, youth offers a more statistical hope of a future. More years, more possibilities, more time.
But where is the heart in that response?
Because the moment we start reducing a dog to their age, their projected lifespan, their medical needs and the number of years we might have with them, we have started calculating their value. The calculation we’ve made begins to unravel when you really think about it.
More years do not mean certainty.
More years do not mean fewer medical bills, fewer difficult decisions or fewer heartbreaks.
Every age carries its own probabilities. A younger dog may statistically have more years ahead of them, but those years are not promised. An older dog may have fewer expected years, but that does not mean we know how many they have left.
We are, ultimately, trying to measure something none of us can know for certain.
I wanted to write this blog for the ‘golden oldies’. The dogs who are so often overlooked, who can spend years waiting in rescue centres, and who are sometimes abandoned simply because they have grown old.
Dogs who, somewhere along the way, have stopped being seen for who they are and have instead become a number.
Their age.
Their years.
Their remaining time.
And perhaps that is what I find hardest to accept. That a number can become enough for us to look away from a life.
Imagine someone looking at you and deciding your life isn’t worth investing in because of your age.
Not because they know you. Not because they’ve met you. Not because they know what kind of person you are, what makes you laugh, what you love, what you still want to experience or how much you have left to give.
Just your age.
Wouldn’t that hurt?
Wouldn’t you want someone to see beyond a number?
And yet, that is exactly how some people see an elderly dog. They see the age first.
They are making decisions about a living being based on an imagined future. They take a probability and allow it to outweigh the reality in front of them.
So, what exactly are we measuring?
How long do we think they might live?
How much do we think they might cost?
How much time might we get in return for the love, money and care we give them?
Because somewhere within all those calculations, we have stopped asking the most important question.
Who is this dog?
We sometimes forget we are looking at a life. Not a number, not a prediction, not an investment, but a life.
I know the fear we all share, because time is the prevailing factor in rescue. We want as much of it as we can have with our dogs. We want the years, the memories, the life we imagine we will have together.
And there is nothing wrong with wanting that.
But perhaps the problem begins when our fear of having less time means we never give that time a chance to exist.
And perhaps this is where the paradox comes in.
We all know we can’t have forever with our dogs, yet when choosing one, we can behave as though maximising the potential length of that relationship is the sensible objective.
Of course, we want ten years rather than three. But ask yourself this.
If you genuinely loved a dog, would you say, ‘I’d rather have ten years with you than three’?
Of course you would.
But you would probably also say, ‘I’d rather have three years with you than none at all.’
The problem isn’t wanting more time. That is human. The problem is allowing our fear of having less time to dictate whether we have that time at all.
Because if the possibility of losing them sooner becomes a reason not to choose them, then the fear of heartbreak has already taken something away from both of you.
Three years of love is still three years of love.
A year is still a year.
You would want that with anyone you love, a dog or a human.
Perhaps we need to stop asking how much time we might get from a dog and start asking what that time might mean to them, and to you.
I know you’re scared when you consider rehoming an elderly dog. I understand that. But your heart has led you towards rescue in the first place.
So perhaps we need to ask ourselves what brought us there.
Was it because we wanted a dog who could give us the most years?
Or was it because we wanted to give a dog a home?
Because those two things are not quite the same.
A dog rescued from the meat trade has been reduced to a commodity for much, if not all, of their life.
A price tag. A market value. A dog selected for slaughter, a dog transported in a truck, one body among many.
Their existence measured by what they were worth to someone else.
I want you to think about everything an elderly dog has already given up. Everything they never had the chance to experience or feel.
Years of freedom.
Safety.
Comfort.
Companionship.
All things you have the ability to offer them, and in doing so, receive in copious amounts in return.
Because time is inseparable from the gift of love. Let’s not make love seem like a transaction where time is the unique selling point. Love is, and that is something a golden oldie, and you both, have to offer.
I understand there are other contributing factors when choosing to rescue, and it would be irresponsible of me to assume that time is the sole factor.
But I do think it is worth asking ourselves whether, sometimes, our fear of having less time becomes a factor in deciding that an elderly dog is not for us when a puppy, or any dog of any age, can bring the same set of challenges.
A greying face does not mean a life with less to give.
A greying face does not mean there is less love to find.
A greying face does not mean their story is nearing its end.
A greying face does not mean there is not still a life waiting to be lived.
Whether it be a dog from the dog meat trade, which would be a dream come true for NoToDogMeat and for those ‘golden oldies’ still waiting, or another rescue dog who needs a home, please do make it a rescue if you can.
Don’t let the fear of time take away from something that could be the greatest love of your life. Don’t let it dismiss the possibility of happiness
None of us has time promised.
Remember that.










For years, I had supported NoToDogMeat, watching in admiration as Julia, Mr Zhao and their small team risked everything to save dogs and cats from one of the cruellest trades imaginable. Julia has sacrificed more than most people could ever comprehend to build this remarkable charity, even selling her family home to keep its mission alive. Alongside Mr Zhao and the rescue team, she regularly puts her own safety at risk, confronting the criminals who steal beloved pets, breed animals for profit, imprison them in horrific conditions and condemn them to unimaginable cruelty, all for financial gain. Their courage has given thousands of innocent animals a second chance at life.


















The true meaning of rescuing a dog is not simply giving an animal a home; it is choosing to stand in the fragile space between suffering and hope. All our dogs are based in China, rescued from the dog meat trade, and many arrive carrying experiences no living being should ever endure, marked by fear, uncertainty, and a deep mistrust of the world around them.









I am sickened , saddened, appalled and angry reading your report from Yulin.I am also filled with admiration for the amazing and dangerous rescues that you carry out.You truly are wonderful people and Mr Zhao is an incredible human being.
I support N2DM monthly and I donate to special appeals, it’s the least I can do to help.
I would ‘lose it’ completely if I had to do what you do and would, given the chance, kill the hateful sub human’s you are dealing with.
I may Not imagine what you feel
Heartbreaking what you have seen
May your soul be Not ill and destroyes
Greetings from Jutta