I’m very sorry to hear this. That is just awful. I can’t imagine the pain of seeing your best buddy just suddenly die like that.
I can’t imagine it either. It was beyond anything I have known in this world.
The image that I cannot get out of my mind is the moment I recognized her death mask.
At that time I went into shock. I did not cry.
I went to pick up my friend, and I let her dogs come to the car to see her, because they are a dog pack, and the members must know of a passing. When I saw her body this time, I began to cry.
When we got to the vet, I informed the front desk we were there, then I went out to the lot to wait for them. I sat next to her and pet her. She was stiffening. I cried.
When they came to get her, the man picked her up and carried her away. And that was it. The dam burst and I cried forever.
Last night I cried in my sleep. I woke up a couple of times and realized my other shepherd was watching me. Must have thought I was crazy.
My eyes were so swollen this morning, like two golf balls in my head.
My friend, who is so kind, so rare, has located two white shepherd pups we are going to look at tomorrow.
Might seem too soon, but the only way I know to survive the loss of a dog is to adopt another dog. Immediately, as fast as possible.
When you are down, do something good for someone who needs it, and you will feel better. Another dogs awaits a loving home. My shepherd needs her playmate.
These are the things I must do. Dogs are why I am here. When I leave this place, I am going where they are. I will run with them beyond the sky. I can’t wait.