So true. With past dogs and cats, it has usually taken me a day or two to get my emotional bearings. I know it will get better, and soon my wife, kids and I will sit around sharing happy memories of this dog, just as we do with the others.
Meanwhile, I agree with Will Rogers: “If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.”
it took me a couple of weeks to start to feel normal. Sadly all of that coincided with COVID and our lockdown here in NC. So things that I would’ve used to distract me weren’t available, such as movies or restaurants…
I do love finding old videos or pictures of Old Frieda. She was a very good dog for us, and game to hang out or go do something. She was a great companion. Your Brooklyn was probably a game for most things as well. Wish I had known her.
Got a nice new couch after waiting about two months due to COVID. Cats were scared at first but once they discovered it were thrilled beyond belief. It was pretty funny and made my day yesterday.
Our cat goes between the shower curtains. We call it “the 4th dimension” and then he’ll lash out those razor sharp claws if we get to close.
It’s a new challenge paradigm to hygene, that’s for sure…
We had to say goodbye to our 5-month-old puppy yesterday. About a week and a half ago we noticed he wasn’t eating much and was lethargic and was vomiting, etc. Each day he was getting worse and after a couple of vet trips and multiple tests and x-rays we found out he had Leukemia of all things. Even when he was too sick to stand up he would wag his tail when he saw me. He was a sweet puppy and we are very heart-broken. RIP Milo.
Man, that is rough. I’ve only had this once with a puppy my mom and dad got, so not directly for me. Their puppy had encephalitis, and it was terminal. The puppy was about the same age as yours. My mom was crushed for a few months. I hope you guys are doing well.
Dogs are great, even when they’re not well they want so badly do be with their people and please their people. Good luck.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Thanks for reminding me of that poem. I’m going to read it to the kids. This has been devastating for them.
Here’s Milo soon after we brought him home with our other dog, a 10 year-old german shepherd named Murphy. Milo was 1/2 german shepherd and 1/4 aussie and 1/4 poodle, so they looked like they could be related. I hope the old boy has a couple more years in him. I don’t want to go through that again anytime soon.