Your a WUSS. Yeah; it can be heartbreaking and devastating when when you lose your best friend.
I had old Rawlly 22 years (longer than my wife and kids) when he went to wait for me at the Rainbow Bridge.
44 year old Marine, crying like a baby.
Told myself I would never put myself in that position again; took 5 years of STUPID to realize that not your wife, not your kids, not friends, can fill that particular hole in your soul that is left when your dog goes to heaven and has to leave you behind.
Went down to the pound that day and found JACK, they said he was to big and vicious and I wouldn’t want him, stuck my hand in his cage and all he did was slurp me.
Jack has been with me for 18 years now, don’t know how I got on without him.
Jack and I now have seven other family members (all rescues) for the big puppy pile on the living room floor or the front lawn, life is good.
The younger ones are a bit much for old farts like me and Jack, but it makes for interesting days.
IF THERE AIN’T NO DOGS IN HEAVEN, I AIN’T GOIN.
Thanks for reaffirming my wussiness. LOL! Haven’t gotten to the point where I’ll even consider another one. Mrs. rktman is getting softer about it. If, and that’s a big if, we do, it will of course be another lost soul. No full blooded pure breds ever from puppy mills. Congrats on being able to keep ‘em going for so long.