I'm so sorry. We also lost our gentle giant awhile back and it just broke our hearts. His name was Jack and he was a huge American Bobtail and never hurt a fly. I know how hard it is when you lose a beloved pet that is so much a part of the family. Please know that you're in my prayers. God Bless.
If ever a vanity was warranted it's in a case like this. I'm sorry for your loss. I have a nine year old Black Lab named Hobbes that I love like my child and I understand your attachment. Blessings to you in this time.
I'm sorry for your loss. The large breeds are such special friends and companions. Many years ago, we had to put down our large male Bouvier des Flandres, Mac, after a long illness. It was heartbreaking. We had to wait several years before we were ready to bring another Bouvier home. Now we have Maggie, who is 8 years old.
Keep the good memories close to you.
Sorry to hear of your loss. I am sure he was a "good dog." Bet you made his life wonderful. Think on the good memories and know prayers of comfort are being sent.
I'm very sorry to hear of your loss. The connection between man and dog is a special one. Deepest condolences, McGavin.
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”Guns Before Butter.”
I firmly believe that our pets go to heaven. When our adorable little mutt Cognac got out of the yard many years ago, my mother went looking for him but to no avail. It was late at night and she returned home exhausted and went to sleep, planning on searching again after some rest. As she slept she had a dream. It was her mother, who had died the previous spring telling her to not worry as the "little doggie" (as she had called him) was safe and now with her. Over the night my brother had found our sweet "little doggie" on the side of the nearby parkway. He had been hit by a car. He went and buried him in the nearby wildlife refuge. It was so sad, but my mom was convinced that he was in Heaven with her mom, and I believe that too.
: )
One day in the future, though, perhaps you can see that there's another Wolfhound out there, it's lonely, and you wouldn't want it to go to an owner that doesn't appreciate and love Wolfhounds as you so obviously do.
God bless you...
My deepest condolences. Vanities like this are good therapy. :)
Our Dusty, our mixed breed angel, died in 1996 and yes, I still mourn him, especially when dealing with our four mix-breed angels (we don't have human children around) All 4 would roll up into one Dusty, but I loves them anyway.
I am so sad to hear that. I had a wonderful Irish wolfhound and a Russian years ago. Please post some pics when you feel like it.
Sorry to hear of your loss. It is very difficult. My dog ran away June 10, 2004 and I think of him multiple times throughout the day.
sorry for your loss, losing a best friend and part of the family is very hard.
About 7 years ago, I found a book at Books-a-Million called "Dog Heaven" by Cynthia Rylant.
It's a beautiful book. Here is the synopsis at Amazon.com:
Curl up with Rover and take a journey to Dog Heaven, where there are endless fields for running; clear lakes filled with teasing, honking ducks; and loving angel children playing everywhere.
There are tasty biscuits shaped like cats and fluffy cloud beds for sleeping, memory trips back to favorite spots and people, and cozy homes with petting hands. Rylant uses simple, comfortable language and an abundance of careful detail to create a place of warmth and happiness.
Dressed in colorful clothing and sporting an orange scarf, God is friendly and accessible; he looks after "His dogs," making sure the biscuits are appetizing and the dreams are serene. With their simple shapes and bold lines, the bright acrylic paintings have a childlike appeal.
Brush strokes add texture and depth, while unusual color combinations glowing mixes of oranges, purples, and greens contribute to the peaceful mood.
Canines become part of the landscape; tumbling hills and rounded surfaces reflect the rapid motion of exuberant pooches running breathlessly across endless fields, while pawprints shine brightly beside nighttime stars and decorate the sides of mountains.
The reassuring story might comfort a child after the loss of a pet, but this pleasant, imaginary paradise will have a broader appeal to all animal lovers.
So very sorry about your dear friend. He sounded like a wonderful companion/protector!
It may sound foolish to say "I understand", but I think I do. I know it really hurts and I'm glad you posted this for all of us to be reminded how special a pet can be.
I am so sorry to hear about your dog. Losing a pet is truly devastating because for a lot of us they have become part of the family. They take a little piece of our hearts with them when they go.
Again, my condolences to you on your loss.
My thought are with you. We have a 6 year old Lab who is our little boy...
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly
occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog had been dead for years.
He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble.
At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother of pearl,
and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered. "Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured,
and the gate began to open. "Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets." The man thought a moment and then turned back toward
the road and continued the way he had been going.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led
through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate,
he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?" "Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there"
The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump." They went through the gate, and sure enough,
there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took
a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked. "This is Heaven," was the answer.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's Hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they
screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind."
Do not fret the vanity. Our pups are family members, and it hurts like crazy when we lose them. Took me 3 years to get over my Sammy.
That was a mistake, so we now have Penny and she is my best friend.
I know this doesn't ease the pain, only time can do that.
No apologies needed. We love our dogs like family.