Artist Statement

‘Senior Dogs Across America’


Eight years ago, I began traveling the United States to photograph senior dogs. Like the diverse human pageant that Robert Frank captured in his book, The Americans, back in the 1950’s, I found dogs inhabiting all manner of American life — and with many years inscribed in their beings.


My interest in the world of the senior dog began as my own two dogs began to approach the end of their days. This was at a time when I had lived enough years to start imagining my own mortality. I entered a world of grace where bodies that had once expressed their vibrancy were now on a more fragile path.


I saw how the dog does it; how, without the human’s painful ability to project ahead and fear the inevitable, the dog simply wakes to each day as a new step in the journey. Though their steps might be more stiff and arduous, these dogs still moved through each day as themselves — themselves of that day and all the days before.


As mortality was weaving its way through this project, so was another American thread.  The media were consumed with reports about our country’s sharp political fractures. It was all about the Red/Blue conflicts and the strident voices leading the charge.  Yet, what I witnessed in my travels was something quite different.  It was people caring for the most vulnerable dogs. Whether the senior dog was part of a family where the dog/person devotion knew no bounds or one of the elders being tended at an animal sanctuary, I saw something much deeper than our divisions, something important about where we live and the best way to die.


Listening to the current fevered debate over Social Security and Medicare, I am left with a fearful pit in my stomach when I imagine a country that might abandon the fundamental promise to care for those who have gone the distance and need at least a minimum of support to help them ease out of life. Politics of the moment may dictate such a course, but, in our true American hearts, we are better than that. I have seen it all along my journey as I photographed senior dogs surrounded by so much love, devotion and respect for life lived long and well.



§ One Response to Artist Statement

  • I am fascinated with your interest and photos of aging dogs. You seem to see through the aching bodies and sightless eyes into their souls. I am the webmom of the Evergreen State Shetland Sheepdog Club here in WA. . I have a picture of my own elderly Sheltie on the opening page at present. He is a few years younger there, blissfully loving the snow. He is now 15 1/2, blind with cataracts and crippled from some kind of neurological problem in his spine. He became paralyzed in the rear for several months last year, after gradually loosing ability to get around. He started showing some signs of being able to lift himself up in the rear again, so he went in for a few acupuncture treatments. He finally became able to walk about somewhat, in a stiff and uncontrolled fashion, then his eyesight disappeared under the cloud of cataracts. Many people feel he should be put down, but he does not appear to be in pain or suffering, so I painstakingly have become his constant caregiver. I live in Mercer Island and if you have an interest in meeting my sweet Robbie sometimes, he would be happy to meet you also.
    Maybe you have heard of Old Dog Haven, here in WA, that rescues, cares for, and fosters many forgotten, aging old dogs. Our club helps in their support.
    Trella Hastings and Robbie

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