Been there too many times myself, sorry for your loss.

I like dogs better than most people.

I lost my best friend. Literally, my left hand back in February. Shits hard man.

https://youtu.be/SMD7Q3CgvwQ

What a sweet boy,

This makes me so sad, I only have cats and I lost 2 in less then year a year ago, one to a kidney tumor and the other to a sudden brain tumor that took him down without warning and its never easy. You never lose the grief and get reminded of them, even years afterward. Ill go off to a corner and look out a window and think of them losing a few tears. I often have more love and respect for our fury family members then most humans. When I die I want most my money to go to shelters and and a cause that helps dogs and cats. I am so sorry for your loss. Bless him, bless them all.

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Try and focus on the fact that every day of his life he knew knew he was loved by you....

Is how i deal with loosing Maizy

Shes gone now almost three years. I still have her leash by the door.

the one that still hurts the most was my little pug, yes pug. It was after the huge ice storm in 2012 I was clearing branches off the property. Taking a load to the burn pile the truck jumped & lurched and I knew exactly what in the fuck just happened. My dog MY FUCKING DOG was smooshed. Had to have my brother ease his passing with my .380. Still fucks me up to this day

I really have no comment for this. That is a nightmare and I hope there was no suffering. I hope someone that cared about you hugged you a lot.

Indeed. That's just awful, PW45.

Really glad I had no makeup on this morning. That was beautiful but tough to watch.

Sorry to hear this...it's a difficult thing.

When my sweet little beagle had to leave due to cancer...someone sent me this poem by Rudyard Kipling
The Power of the Dog
Rudyard Kipling - 1865-1936






There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie—
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find—it’s your own affair—
But… you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!).
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone—wherever it goes—for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long—
So why in—Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?