She's 11.5 in human years.
We got her when she was 11 weeks old from the Humane Society shelter on Townlake. My wife (soon to be ex) and I would walk around the lake and stop in at the shelter to check on the dogs. We originally were looking for a chocolate lab. One day while we were there one of the volunteers told us that the black dogs were rarely adopted and consequently put down the most. We were like, "people are racist against dogs?" so we determined that we'd be adopting a black lab. One day we're on our usual weekend jaunt and stroll through the shelter. Every dog in the place was absolutely losing their shit. Barking, howling, jumping - generally being crazy. Except one. This little 8 week old black lab puppy. She was fast asleep in her pen. We opened the gate, went inside, and sat down. The puppy woke up, walked over to my wife, licked her hand and promptly went back to sleep in her lap. We looked at each other and just knew. We found our dog.
We had to wait a couple of weeks to take her home in case her original family came to claim her. No one ever did. We couldn't figure out how somebody could lose a beautiful black lab puppy and not try and find her. Whatever, their loss.
We named her Olive. She was, and continues to be the best dog I have ever known. She loves everybody and everybody that has ever met her wants to take her home and keep her. She's perfect. She's happiest being off-leash accompanying me playing disc golf. She's never chased a disc and is always within 30 feet of me happily sniffing and snuffling everything.
She doesn't have much time left now, so she'll be eating steak for her remaining days. We're making a bucket list of her favorite things and will be taking her to her favorite places. I'm going to miss her deeply. Thankful that I got to enjoy her for the past 11 years but sad that our adventures together are ending.
Goodbye Olive. I love you. You're a good girl.