My sister and I have always had very different philosophies in how we view aging and death, which often used to lead to huge fights when we were younger because she would want to talk and plan for what would happen after various family member's deaths (she loves to plan for everything and her Google calendar, which she works on years in advance, would frighten you with its color coding and details). I, on the other hand, would essentially stick my fingers in my ear and go LA LA LA, STOP (metaphorically, but sometimes literally). But I do have to come to terms with the fact that dogs don't live as long as humans, no matter how much I wish they did.
I can never understand why people dump their dogs at shelters once they get old. I suppose when a lot of people get adorable little puppies they often don't think about how short a dog's life span is and how several years later they'll have to take care of a senior pug that will likely require more care and medical expenses. But I love senior pugs! That's when they're at their best - they're super sweet and love to nap and laze about. I think senior pugs are my spirit animals because I am by nature a lazy person who loves to eat and nap.
So since a pug Neverland doesn't exist (how awesome would that be?!), I'm looking forward to growing older with my pugs, both the ups and the downs.