I sincerely hope that none of you lose dogs while you're not around. :-( In some ways it's easier, not being the ones to have made the decision, but there's no closure either. I was going to go for a walk in my favourite park tonight, but couldn't do it. That park holds all of my last memories of her and was such a fun day, and I couldn't stand the idea of her not being with us. My little family is incomplete. It's still so surreal and I just can't believe she's actually never coming home. Tonight I picked four cookies out of the cookie jar before I remembered she wasn't here. I accidentally went to her the spot in the house her crate was in as I was letting the other three out after work, and then felt stupid. It's just not right and while deep down I knew this was the fate of likely both Ki and Ripley due to their family history, I just can't believe we're going through the heartbreak of yet another unexpected death, another young dog lost. And I look at Ripley, her full brother, and I wonder how long he has with us. And will he let us know, or will he just be gone suddenly too. She was such a quiet but big personality in our home, and the hole she's left behind is huge. I know with time that it will get better, but right now, there are reminders absolutely everywhere.
I am sorry for your loss and I hope you will find comfort in the wonderful memories she helped make with you.
You may have seen this already but I think it is so poignant.
THE POWER OF THE DOG
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But 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 that nature permits
Are closing in asthma or tumors or fits
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers, or loaded guns.
Then you will find--itâ€™s your own affair
But--you've given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will
When the whimper of welcome is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You still 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?
I am so very sorry Toller for your loss. She was such a lovely, perky Dobergirl. It's so hard with this breed...so many don't live very long. My heart goes out to you. Your pictures are lovely and I hope can remind you of the good times and great life she had. I'm just so sorry you are going through this hard time. (((hugs))) RIP lovely girl.