Today my companion for the last 18 years, a dachshund I youthfully named Petals has been laid to rest.
Although, in actuality I was her "parent" she always seemed to be the mother. She would walk me to the school bus every morning and pick me up. My mom found this book in a dollar store and said it was too perfect.
I don't want to work myself up again, but it's a sad day to see someone you've seen daily die. I can comfort myself with her being without pain and at rest.
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Daniel, just saw this. I am so very sorry. We have a little dachsund, and she is simply a light. I think Petals will always be a light...after 18 years, this will always be with you. Blessings to all of you. Take care.
Oh, Dan. I am so sorry for your loss. I know what you're going through, and it's hell.
However long it may take, eventually the first memories that come to mind when you think of Petals will be the best moments, not these sad, sad days.
My deepest condolences.
There is nothing worse, to me, than to lose a beloved pet. Mr. Winky was 15 when he passed three years ago. I said never again, but now I have 2 weenies, Emmy and Sister, whom are my beloved. This may sound silly to you, but to help myself ease the pain of loss, I made myself think of something else each time I thought of Mr. Winky. It helped me through those first days and weeks. Love to you.
My heartfelt sympathy to you. I dearly love my eleven year old pug, Pompey, the only dog I've ever owned. I dread the day when he leaves this world, and can only imagine your sense of loss and bereavement. With kindest of regards, Reggie
Somehow, in a 'divorce' many years ago, the ex wound up with my Armani suit, and I with his young, extremely neurotic coon cat (don't ask, it's many years later and I still haven't figured how he pulled that one off). She was totally crazy, needy and excitable, like the ex, and yet, 18 years later, when the time came, I bawled like a baby. A six foot two, middle age baby (not a tear was ever shed for the ex). So, in other words, I understand, and am so sorry.
I'm so sorry. This is such a terrible, horrible place to be in. My cat, Phoebe, died last year, and I was devastated. There's nothing anyone can really say to make you feel better. But If I could say something, I would.
*hug*
Thanks all of you! You really are the best. I've been a bit of an emotional basket case these past 24 hours, but I think it's the best not to dwell on it too much, in true Irish fashion. Hearing all your stories makes me feel much better.
I'm so sorry for you. I know exactly how you feel having lost a number of beloved pets. It's so hard... they become friends and one of the family all rolled into one xxx
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