I said the same thing when Clarence went to dog's heaven on Thanksgiving Day. 1982.
I swore I would never again be stopped from taking an instant pleasure trip or go throught the agony of losing a beloved buddy.
Clarence grew up with the kids. I said that's it! Never again! Then on Easter Sunday, three years ago, A "friend" delivered a sick little bundle about the size of a chipmunk to our door.
It had been abandoned in a duffel bag in a shopping mall parking lot. The rest of the litter did not survive. Of course I melted.
The poor thing was covered with mange and her eyes were filmed over. She is pure black. I wouldn't even give her a name until the vet looked at her. The vet did to the tune of about $1,000. I told everybody who would listen that I could have bought Man O War for that kind of money.
To shorten this tale I wouldn't give "Ink" away for a million dollars.
She is healthy, bossy and acts just like a spoiled two-year-old girl. We love her.
I am sorry about your loss. I hope that some day you might change your mind.