My dog was just 6 years old. I never expected it. I thought he would be the dog my kids would grow up knowing. He died at 2am. I put him in the garage so the kids wouldn’t see him. I dug his grave around 9 am. I just couldn’t bury him. I just didn’t want to see him for the very last time. Every time I looked at him, I was would breakup. I eventually did around 4pm. Since I am in New England, I hit about 15 large rocks trying dig his grave. I put some of them on top of it. It will help me remember him. Also, prevent me from accidently digging him up when I expand my children’s tree fort.
Two labs, I am jealous. I will wait to get another dog. Other than being very sad about the one I lost, I want to wait until spring, so that I can have a full summer to train it, and let him learn about his new home and family.
I’m so sorry about your pup. When Bean died it was the saddest I’ve ever been. Still sad almost 9 years later. He died during one of the hottest summers we had had in a long time. We knew he was dying, kidney failure, and I remember my husband and I digging his grave while he was laying their watching. It was so hot, I thought I was going to pass out. We had ordered him a doggie coffin on line so we had to dig extra wide and deep. Unfortunately, my husband didn’t put enough dirt on top so when we had a terrible thunderstorm the night after he died, the grave caved in and I had to redo the whole thing. It was terrible.
Anyway, have 2 more dogs that I really didn’t want. Didn’t want to go through the death thing again. Next time I will have them cremated and put in little boxes. Less stressful that way.
I hope you feel better soon.