I’m 47 and single. My two dogs fill in as my kids. It’s not some kind of conscious decision I made- just the way life worked out. It appears I’m rolling through this one solo. Which I’m ok with. I’d be lying if I said the thought of growing old, without the support of a family, isn’t a bit daunting, but it is what it is. I’ve become increasingly happy with the prospect. I do what I want, when I want. Plus, it’s easy to accumulate a bit of money when you’re not supporting others (not that money accomplishes anything worthwhile).
The dogs are my companions and friends. They give more love than any human relationship I’ve had.
So I understand how scary it is when they get sick. Hope everything works out for you guys with sick pets- sometimes their resilience is surprising!