His name? Uncle Chichi. His dog super power? Being, really, really old. A few months ago Chichi, who may or may not be the world’s oldest dog, was featured in The New York Times. Born in 1987 or 1988, the Guinness Book is currently reviewing his owner’s claim that he is, in fact, really really old.
He recently accompanied his owners, Manhattanite Frank Pavich and his fiancee Janet Puhalovic, on a trip to Croatia.
Said Mr. Pavich: “I’d rather him die with us than die of depression, because dogs do die of broken hearts and I can’t have that happen.”
Does this sound crazy? Indulgent? Possibly. But, in this guy’s shoes, I would probably do the same thing. Dogs live in the eternal present. Even a young, healthy dog can never be totally certain that you’ll come back when you leave. That fear and confusion, together with the whole thing of being blind and deaf and walking on the NYC sidewalks in the summertime while wearing a fur-coat… It’s enough to make me want to croak and, in dog years, I’m not even five.
So, I’m glad Chichi didn’t have to stay home without his humans.
You can see Chichi in action–in this clip from ABC.
I love how the host says “He was born in the Reagan administration!” Humans! We’re so…human-centric. Not even a word about what dog was in the White House back then.
Their First Dogs, in case you were wondering, Lucky and Rex. Rex was a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. Reagan got him swiftly after the death of his previous dog, Lucky, a Bouvier des Flandres.
According to the font of wisdoms known as dogquotations.com, Reagan said “The best way to get over a dog’s death is to get another soon.”
Here is Rex, looking unhappy to be hugged:
And here is Lucky.