I really love my dogs. I've had to put down five over the past several decades. Each time is just as hard as the last.
Every one gave me every ounce of unconditional love for their whole time and I tried to give back.
I've got two now. The older is my PTSD buddy Labrador. The new one is a not-so-little German Shepherd princess. Well, the Shepherd is Mrs. Kit's dog. But she's a princess.
When I meet them in Heaven, I'll have a whole pack of cuddles!
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>>Each time is just as hard as the last.
I deal with life traumas by writing it out. So when I lost my Irish Wolfhound, I wrote out the short story in the middle of a food court, sobbing thru the whole experience. Still cry when I read it. Offered it to an editor, who accepted and asked what I called it. I said, “The Dead Dog Story.” She came up with her own title.
Ya'll need to quit. I'm sitting up in bed with an 11 year old black Lab laying on the floor next to me (cataracts and arthritis). He was a duck hunting/field trial dog. I'm getting depressed. It won't be long.
My cat is sitting between me and the keyboard. She’s not much of a lap kitty, but she likes to be close.