I just lost a wonderful dog I’d had for nearly fourteen years. The only thing for it is to get another ASAP, which I did about three weeks ago. Once again my effort to get a Great Dane cross, which my new dog looked like, failed. Now the Pit Bull haters here are going to flame me: he’s half American Bulldog, with the rest spread between American Staffordshire Terrier, German Shepard, Labrador, and Curbstone Setter. In the last three weeks he’s grown from 62 lb. to 68. Gonna be a big doggie.
I have had to put down a few dogs in my time. Broke my heart and I cried like a baby every time. God put dogs on the Earth to show us that there is a living thing that well love us more than we love each other. And sometimes more then we love ourselves.
That’s the only thing you can do.
Once you’re a dog person, to be without a dog is simply not doable.
The love of a dog heals the loss of a dog.
I’ve got a friend with a male American Pulldog. Very sweet. Bit of a giant ham, but very sweet. He’s buddies with my male white shepherd.
Our most recent adoption was a pitty. Sweet dog.