I'm looking through old pix of my late dog & thinking about his life. There are all these great photos of him snoozing, playing on the beach, resting in boxes, hanging out with other dogs... I hope he had the best life a dog could ever have.
The loss is hitting me hard. It isn't the 1st time I've lost a dog but it's the 1st time I'm completely dogless after the death of one.
Some years ago my first dog died (at the age of 17, wow!), and I still had the little guy who just died recently - I kind of felt like I had to keep it together enough to support the little guy after he lost his best friend.
So we helped each other get through that loss. This time, there's no pup to care for anymore, & no pup to return the care.
@Impious_Jade I've been there & every one told me: Now don't go & get another dog, live a little! Living a little for me meant not leaving the house because what was the damn point of a walking without a dog? Find a friend to walk with you I was told. But friends don't want to fetch sticks when I throw them, or splash in a puddle and make me laugh, or poke their nose in my thighs to get attention. I have no friends who will warn me of real danger a head in the woods or give me unconditional love
@Impious_Jade After about a 1/2 year completely dog less I told husband I had to get a dog or I would sitt in my sofa & have a heart attack. His choice! We didn't want a puppy we finally found Jimmy a lurcher rescue who needed a home. It was love at first sight. A year after I had to take in my son's dog a Pugh/Russell a clown. Son had got a new girlfriend who was allergic. A year after that a nother lurchers came my way. Adorable Harry the sweetest most gentle dog ever. And I never felt better