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On Losing a Dog

There’s no way to sugarcoat it, so: On Tuesday morning my 17-month-old dog ran into a busy parkway, met a car, and died on impact.

My husband and I took his body to the vet. Then we came home and wept, in fits and starts. We took all of his stuffed animals and balls and bones and other crap down to the basement. I took a bath, and later, a shower. We made sandwiches. We flipped through old text messages for the dozens of photos and videos of him we had sent to each other. We tried to get used to a too-quiet, too-clean apartment.

After a few hours, because this is what I do, I started looking up scientific research about losing a pet. There were more studies than I expected (PubMed produced 66 papers with search term “grieving pet”), and what the studies reported was more comforting than I expected. So I figured it might be helpful — both for my mental health and for any of my readers who are going through something similar — to write some of it down.

We’re already talking about getting another dog. We’re dog people now, thanks to him.

The new dog would never be the same: Even if the same breed, it would no doubt have a different personality, quirks, abilities. But a different dog is far superior to no dog. That’s the logic.

But there’s also the fear. Fear that the next dog will be a constant reminder of what happened. Fear that something awful might happen to the new dog, too. Fear of the inevitable day in the future when we would have to go through this hurt again.

We’d be taking lots of risks.

“Those who do insist on a special relationship with their dog or cat put themselves at risk from a mental health point of view,” wrote British psychiatrist Kenneth M.G. Keddie in one of the first studies about mourning for pets, published in 1977.

His report goes on to describe three medical cases illustrating the “psychiatric penalty” that can follow the death of a pet.

There was a 16-year-old schoolgirl who, after losing the King Charles spaniel she had had since age 3, developed a rash on her hands, couldn’t swallow fluids or solids, and repeatedly played with her fingers. A 56-year-old dog breeder lost her 14-year-old Yorkshire terrier, one of her champions. She had nightmares and “attacks of sudden breathlessness” during the night. And a 55-year-old who was severely depressed for 18 months after the death of her 14-year-old poodle.

Keddie proposes that these extreme grief reactions happened because each woman had created a specific “family relationship” with her dog. To the young girl, the spaniel was the sibling she never had; the breeder’s dog was the sympathetic husband she didn’t have; the 55-year-old’s poodle was the second child she had always wanted.

These three cases, Keddie writes, “serve to remind us of the hazards of pet ownership.”

I don’t know many dog owners who haven’t formed some kind of family relationship with their dog. Ours was our only child.

Science backs me up on the “dogs are like children” thing. As psychologist John Archer explains in this 1997 paper (that link will get you the full .pdf if you’re interested in any of these parenthetical references):

“Pet owners treat pets like children, for example, playing with them (Smith 1983), talking to them in motherese or baby-talk (Hirsh-Pasek and Treiman 1982), continually referring to “my baby,” and holding and cuddling them as one would a baby (Carmack 1985; Serpell 1986)… Similar (but less systematic) evidence that pets act as child substitutes can be found from anthropological and historical accounts of other cultures: this includes breast-feeding of young animals by humans (Messent and Serpell 1981; Savishinsky 1983; Serpell 1986, 1987).”

A few years ago researchers in Hawaii surveyed 106 people while visiting the waiting room of a veterinary clinic about their experiences as pet owners.

The survey was detailed and probed lots of different psychological measures. Sixty-nine responders reported losing a pet and filled out a battery of so-called complicated grief. I wrote about this phenomenon once; it’s defined as an intense, consuming grief with symptoms lasting for more than six months.

About 4 percent of the survey responders were deemed to have complicated grief. Nearly 32 percent reported some kind of grief features — numbness, disbelief, preoccupation with the loss — lasting at least six months, and 12 percent said their grief caused at least “slight functional impairment.”

Seventy-five responders reported the loss of a pet and filled out a battery of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). I’ve often written about PTSD; it’s defined as the recurring memories and heightened state of arousal that lingers for more than a month after a traumatic event.

Even using the most liberal criteria, none of the survey responders would meet criteria for PTSD, the study found.

“Findings from this study suggest that many people have close bonds with their pets/animals, often consider them ‘part of the family,’ and experience significant features of grief reactions after their death,” the authors write. “However, the percentage of people experiencing major pathological disruption after the death of a pet/animal is relatively low (<5%).”

In 1989, grief expert Kenneth Doka wrote that pet loss (like perinatal death and induced abortion) is a type of “disenfranchised grief,” meaning that the griever’s relationship with the deceased, and therefore, the griever’s grief, is not sufficiently recognized by other people. Pets, unlike people, are not publicly mourned, which means that grievers don’t get the social support they need to recover.

I’m grateful that that hasn’t been the case for us. After sharing what happened on Facebook, we received a flood of supportive messages, emails, and flower deliveries. It has meant the world to us to know that other people know how much we loved him, and understand that this is a real loss.

Pets are good for people, and good for couples.

A 1995 study of couples’ day-to-day interactions found that:

“…couples with dogs had greater well-being, and those with the highest attachment to their dogs — and who confide in them — fared the best. Interestingly, talking to dogs — in addition to one’s spouse — was related to greater life satisfaction, marital satisfaction, and physical and emotional health. Confiding in pets to ‘discuss’ difficult life situations greatly relieved stress.”

A 2002 study measured cardiovascular changes of 120 married couples while they performed two stressful tasks — one was “5 minutes of rapid serial subtraction by steps of three from a four-digit number,” and the other was a 2-minute hand bath in ice water. Participants had lower heart rates and blood pressure when performing these tasks in front of their pet than when doing them in front of their spouse, the study found. Pets, the authors suggest, offer unconditional support under duress, with no judgments.

“While the idea of a pet as social support may appear to some as a peculiar notion,” the authors write, “our participants’ responses to stress combined with their descriptions of the meaning of pets in their lives suggest to us that social support can indeed cross species.”

Digging into this research has helped me understand the value of having a dog, and more fully appreciate the bond I had — and apparently still have — with the one I lost.

But there are questions I haven’t found answers for in the scientific literature, at least not yet. And for these I would love to hear stories about other people’s experiences.

How long do you wait after one dog dies before doing it all over again? If you get the same kind of dog, is it comforting to have a similar set of dog traits in your life once again, or instead just incredibly sad?

Do people ever regret getting another one? And if they do, do they ever dare to admit it?

340 thoughts on “On Losing a Dog

  1. I’m so sorry. It’s very hard to lose these beings who are part of the family.

    We lost a deeply beloved German shepherd–who was for my husband what I call the “once in a lifetime” pet, the animal equivalent of the “love of one’s life”–in May 2012. Her death was pretty devastating to my husband, as she’d been with him for over 13 years, longer than anyone other than his bio family (he literally could not even handle making the arrangement when the time came, but sat in the vet’s hallway sobbing, and had to take the following day off work because he was so distraught), and he still periodically bursts into tears when he remembers her. We tried adopting a new dog seven months later, a mixed-breed rescue; it turned out she wasn’t the right dog for us (couldn’t handle being around our cats), but even beyond that, it was probably a little too soon for us to try another dog. We weren’t really emotionally ready for a dog that was very different in temperament and behavior and we had trouble separating that from our memories and expectations of the dog that had died, which made it difficult for us to bond with her and train her effectively. Ultimately we had to return her, for her benefit as much as ours (and she was adopted again almost immediately).

    We adopted another German shepherd in February 2013, which was not entirely intentionally, but my husband fell in love with her the moment he met her. The additional time away from the death of the previous GSD and what we learned with the dog who didn’t work out had made a difference in the grief, but we did need some time to adjust our expecations of her compared to the previous GSD, especially because she’s the same breed. There are some similarities because of the breed, and there have been times where one of us has called the new dog by the old dog’s name accidentally. But we also quickly became aware that the new dog has a lot of differences in personality and behavior, even as we see the things that are similar due to breed. Having another dog of the same breed isn’t sad in and of itself; it’s sometimes a reminder of the previous dog, but with time it’s turning more into fond remembrance rather than direct comparison.

    It’s worth noting that we went through something very similar with cats several years ago, where I lost one who had been profoundly beloved and with me through a big stretch of my life, and the grief was overwhelming, and we adopted a new cat only four months later which was definitely too soon in terms of my emotional recovery. But the cat presented fewer challenges in terms of adapting to each other, and he’s still with us and much loved. If I had the benefit of hindsight, we’d likely have waited awhile longer. But then we wouldn’t have the cat we love now, and probably wouldn’t have the cat we adopted to keep that cat company who we also love. I’m not sure there’s a hard and fast process for this kind of thing; it seems to be alchemical and circumstantial in many ways, depending on the people, the animals, and the circumstances.

    (I also note that I’m having a very tough time saying “died” in relation to these animals, which likely says something about their places in my life and how it’s still painful in many ways to be aware of their deaths and absences.)

  2. The only solace will come from another puppy. And over time, especially if its the same breed, it will seem like the same dog. I’m on my fourth Samoyed since 1975.

  3. I don’t know anyone who’s ever admitted regretting getting another pet. I’ve seen all sorts of decisions: some immediately after, some years after, some getting a puppy even before the old pet dies. We waited about a year, and got the same kind of dog (breed, sex, and color). They were both very much their own animals and they never bled together in our memories. I’m sorry for your loss, and I can’t predict how you would react to the new dog being similar to the old. I can only say that every animal I’ve had in my life has been distinct and has its own place in my heart.

  4. Our strategy is having more than one dog, with their ages being somewhat staggered. They keep each other company, and we have some form of support network against grief when one of them dies. But there is no escaping it, it is a 10 years of joy, happiness and companionship for a couple of weeks of absolute misery. I for one think it is a good trade.

    I am really sorry for you loss.

  5. I’m sorry for your loss! I bet you made every day he lived a happy one, though.
    When I’ve replaced dead pets, I have always let other life events determine the timing. For instance, an upcoming move, or a trip, or upcoming holidays during which I would be away a lot. I wait until there will be a good long period when I’m at home. Somehow, this kind of thinking helps me switch from grieving mode into planning mode.
    The last time I replaced pets, I got two who were already each other’s best friends at the shelter. That’s worked very well. Any period during which I might have been unable to commit was covered over by the fact that they had each other.

    OTOH, I’m the sort of person who responds to the pet staying out all night by thinking about what kind of kitten I’ll replace it with, so my advice on grief should be taken with a lot of skepticism.

  6. Hi everyone,

    This is Ginny’s husband. Thank you for your thoughts and kind words. They’re very helpful, especially the ones about whether we should get another dog and whether that dog should be the same breed. I think we’re both ready to snatch up the first mini-Aussie we meet, and it’s hard to know whether that’s a healthy thing. It looks like the consensus is yes.

    Incidentally, I took the above picture on one of our almost daily walks. Very necessary to get some of his crazy energy out so that he curled up next to Gin rather than disturbing her work all day. It was joyous to watch him bound about, and this photo captures his personality as I will always remember it.

    1. Virgina and Randal,

      My boyfriend and I just recently lost a mini Australian Shepard 1 year old. It was a horrible accident, and the house feels so empty. We create a family and now our place feels empty. I would love to get a dog in the future and same breed. But it’s too soon, we need time, my boyfriend needs time. I think what hurts the most is that your not there to make memories and we’re not part of the dog community any more.

  7. So sorry for your loss. The last time a dog of mine died, I waited about 6 months for a new one. This was mostly a lag because there were very few appropriate small dogs in local shelters at the time, which was what I wanted–breed to me didn’t matter as much as personality and ability to be around another dog (I still had a 7-year-old chihuahua at the time) and relatively small kids. It didn’t stop the grief at all, but as I’m a dog person too, it did make the house still feel a bit more like it was before Spike died. (And distracted the kids’ attention from his death a bit–something obviously you won’t have to deal with, but it helped in my family).

  8. My grandson and granddaughters dog got hit and killed at my grandsons 10th birthday party. Someone opened the door and the dog ran out. Both children saw what happened. They cried the rest of the day and night. Early the next morning I picked them up and we looked at puppies. They feel on love with a little cocker spanial. They begged me to get it for them. We called their mother and she said she thought it would be to soon for them. We hung up the phone and with tears in their eyed asked what are we going to do and I said get the puppy. Their tears quickly turned into smiles. That was 13 years ago and they still have their dog. To me it is never too soon if it feels right.They were still sad over the loss of their other dog but I believe the new pup was the reason they wern’t scared for life.

  9. Loosing a pet is the hardest thing ever; more than loosing a family member. Having been thru this 4 times and about to go thru it in the near future, I empathize with your pain.My dog is almost 14 ( at the high end of her breed lifespan) and starting to evidence medical issues..
    I know only too well, the gut wrenching pain that will come when she leaves me.and the only thing that will help to ease the pain will be a new dog. The same breed; different sex and color.
    From experience, it will take me time to bond.When my cats died, the kittens were nice.. at first I liked them… one day, I woke to realize that I loved them.. the same, but different..but I LOVED them.. and I know that this will happen with my dog..
    How long will I wait? the only factor is availablitity.. I am going back to the same breeder..As soon as he has a pup for me will be the deciding factor.There will be no guilt as to time to mourn.If it is immediate , then it will be, if it is 6 months.. then that will be the time.But there will be another.
    For people who don’t have dogs, they can not understand the depth of our grief. The real and in your face loss..coming home w/o that perfect being.Disenfranchised grief is possibly the second worst part of loosing a pet.. Having to justify the pain and sorrow to people makes our despair deeper.
    When I lost my first pet, I went to Grief counseling; a brilliant woman concieved of this idea about 30 years ago. It gave me the help and support I needed in a time of loss and vulnerability.Counseling allowed me the space to cry and the strength of understanding that I was not alone.
    We are not crazy.. We love and loved.. The price of the love is the pain.
    We are privileged to share the love..

    1. Thats a lovely message-my beautiful 14 year old cocker spanie Mollie has just passed away and I am in bits.

      We did everything together and I loved her so much and she loved me

      What do I do now I cry all the time and miss her so much-She was my soul mate and best friend.

  10. Ginny, this is a lovely piece, and I hope that writing it brought you some measure of the comfort you and Randal both need right now.

    I’m wondering whether there is much research in an aspect of this topic that is heartbreakingly relevant to your own loss: the effect on owners of losing pets suddenly to accidents. Dogs and cats with owners, I am guessing, generally live long enough to succumb either to the ills of old age or to cancers or other terminal ailments. And in most of those cases, I wouldn’t be surprised if those animals meet their end in a vet’s office. (If so, the sheer scale of the veterinary euthanasia program makes me reel.) But emotionally, it’s one thing to make a decision to end your pet’s life to spare it further suffering, and a very different thing to have a happy, healthy pet snatched away through violent misadventure.

    When our dog Newman was diagnosed with a brain tumor, my wife and I had two more great years to enjoy his company and gradually adjust to the inevitable. We had a choice about when to put him down, and although that decision was wrenching, we got to make it and had time to think of it as the last, best thing we could do for him. You and Randal and all the other people whose pets are lost in an instant are denied that, and the hurt of that must be awful. Your grief may be a thing apart from what the rest of us know. And I’m so sorry for that.

    —Damn, now I’m weeping out another contact lens over your news. This has to stop.

  11. I know two people who lost their dogs this year and in both cases, they got a new one almost immediately, within a few weeks. It seemed that they just couldn’t be in a household without a dog. And some people are just [fill in the breed] people, who always have the same kind. That seems fine, too. You picked that breed for a reason in the first place, right?

    So sorry for your loss, both of you.

  12. Dear Ginny and Randal,
    We grieve with you, your sweet and dear dog is in the special place in Heaven reserved for such precious earthly creatures. Thinking of you both, Aunt

  13. I read somewhere after my dog died suddenly that losing a pet is like having the world go from color to black and white. That’s pretty much how I felt for several months. But as time went on I realized I missed having a dog, and was ready to get another one. The timing is personal and I think your gut will lead you in the right direction. If it feels right, and the dog is right, you’ll all know!

  14. I loved this article and am so very sorry for your loss. Losing a pet is absolute agony for those of us who love them so deeply. My father passed in 2004 and was a man who showed little emotion. Throughout my entire life I only saw him shed tears twice, When my mother packed up suddenly and left the family and again when we had to have our 12 year old Great Dane put down. Now that I’m grown with a family of my own I will be facing the same heartbreak in a few more years. We have a 5 year old Beagle with Epilepsy, a Dachsund-Chihuahua mix to keep her company, 3 indoor cats and a slew of outdoor cats who I provide outdoor shelter from the cold and food everyday. My 16 year old daughter is very reserved and quiet though brilliant and cares about nothing more then her grades and her Beagle. I know the time will come when she (and her younger brother and sister) will be heartbroken over Layla’s demise. It is a constant source of stress and worry for me. Will she be able to handle it? Will she become deeply depressed? I pray when the time comes for Layla to pass on, as well as our other beloved pets my children will be able to grieve openly and then be happy knowing their pets were loved by our family and had a beautiful home. I do believe that all of the years of companionship and unconditional love they give to us is certainly worth the grieving process in the end. Those memories will always be there, They’ll never fade.

  15. I, too, am very sorry for this loss to your family. Grief is grief. It’s an inescapable part of the human experience. So is learning to love again, even those who remind us, sometimes uncomfortably, of those whom we have lost.

    Curiously, I had just finished reading this. You certainly are not alone: http://modernloss.com/losing-sal/

  16. Thank you all, truly, for these thoughtful comments. Rand and I have been enjoying them all day. Social support is a big comfort, just as the studies say. And knowing that so many others have gone through this helps us believe that we can, too.

    John, I have been wondering about the accident question, too. I couldn’t find any research on this in pets, but I didn’t do a very extensive search. But I’d guess that whatever researchers have found about differences in grief after a >human< accident versus after a >human< chronic illness would apply to pets as well.

  17. Hi Virginia, So sorry about the loss of your dog. When we lost our 13-year-old husky/shepherd mix last January, we invited friends and family to a small memorial service for him, at our house. I made a slideshow and people who had shared good times with him spoke about him, and at the end we sang the chorus to “Long May You Run.” It was really lovely – choosing the pix for the slideshow reminded my husband and me of what a great life he’d had, and having other people share their memories and their sympathies with us all together felt like an important part of the grieving process. Making it more “franchised” and recognized. One family member thought, beforehand, that it was a bit over the top – but he didn’t feel that way afterward. It sounds like you have great support from the people in your life. Hope it helps you through the tough spots.

  18. Hi Virginia, I never comment publicly, but I felt it was important to say something on this thread. I am a veterinarian, a dog/cat-momma (no human children) and have had my share of losses as well (both human and animal). Most recently, (4 weeks ago) we lost our beautiful shepherd mix, Nalu, to cancer.
    I noticed in your bio that you write about neuroscience and behavior. I have studied under an international human behavior specialist – Dr John Demartini, and he reminds us that in science, there is a universal law that all energy is conserved. If we, as life beings are energy, (not to sound too airy fairy), then the traits that we love and perceive lost, are conserved. Those traits that we miss, are those which we are infatuated with. If we truly love both sides (traits we love – cuddles and licks, and traits we don’t – chewing our shoes and housebreaking issues), then we have really learned to embrace the real meaning of love and are in a state of gratitude for those, both two- and four-legged who have enriched our lives. Nothing is ever missing. Their “energy” remains in our hearts, and we no longer feel the “pain” of loss. If you look around to see who is demonstrating the traits you miss about your dog, you will see it appear – either in one or many, either in a person or another pet. Those traits, the “energy”, is not missing, they are just transformed. This concept may be a little too philosophical to put in a comment thread, but feel free to reach out if you need someone to talk to. I promise, I’m “normal” – whatever that means. 🙂

  19. My pup is the only thing I have in my life. I couldn’t function if anything happened to him. I have already decided, when he goes, I will go right after him. There’s just nothing else worth sticking around for. Just the reality of my life, and I’m okay with it.

    1. the comment by Lily in 2013 about you following your pet when its their time to go brought a smile to my face. (which was very much needed) We recently had to put our dog down due to Congestive heart failure and it took us by surprise and we have been in agony since. The house is so different. I rearranged furniture, changed throw rugs because picturing where she would lay was hurting tremendously. She was my daughters first dog and her best friend (as well as mine) and as all you pet lovers know there is a bond between you and our pet (s) that cannot be replaced even with another animal. Each pets relationship is unique and special. We are only 2 weeks into the heartache and we still do not want to admit our Sunshine is gone. My heart goes out to everyone that has lost a beloved pet.

      1. I am sorry for everyone’s loss of a pet. My little Eskie had just turned 14. She’d had Tracheal Collapse for 3 years and it progressed to the point she was no longer able to breathe without coughing. The last few days of her life she developed a balance disorder. She couldn’t walk straight without toppling over and she fell off of our porch (only a foot off the ground) I googled this and came up with Geriatric Vestibular Disorder. I was hopeful because it said dogs get this when they’re older and they can overcome it within perhaps 24 hours. I took her to the vet anyway fully expecting him to say she would get over this. The news I heard was devastating. She had the worst kind of GVD which was neurological. He listened to her breathing and told me the worst. He said her Tracheal Collapse was as bad as it was going to get and it would be merciful to put her down that day. Needless to say, I wasn’t prepared for this so soon. It has been a month ago today and I have cried every single day since. The gut-wrenching pain is horrible. I see her everywhere. I can’t go without another pet, and will be getting another 8 week old Eskie next week. I know this one won’t replace my Nikki, but I can’t do without a dog. Nikki, I will love you forever and I know I will see you again. Rest In Peace my precious little girl..and finally breathe and play like you used to.

  20. I had to put two of my elderly cats to sleep this summer, and it was absolutely heartbreaking: the worst part of pet ownership. I teach so I was on summer break and I was grateful for that, because it meant I got to spend those last quality days with each of them, and I didn’t have to have people questioning my grief. Unmarried women with cat–we’re a joke, doncha know.

    You’ll know when it’s right to get another pet. Be open to it and the right one will catch your eye, or…in my case, show up at your doorstep. I share your grief.

  21. Dear Ginny and Randal,
    You will recall, Virginia, what is was like for me when we lost Glory. Then 4 years later, to the day, Rocky died as well. Enjoyed your article and am now convinced that it is time to get another dog. See you next week. Glad you are both feeling better. Love, Mom

  22. My neighbor (man, 60 y.o. lives alone) had two old dogs, about 12 years old each. He came home from work one day and one dog had passed away. The man was completely devastated. Two weeks later, the other dog died….most likely an illness that took over after his buddy of 12 years died. This 60 y.o. man has cried and cried about those dogs….it broke my heart, and has prompted me to start rescuing animals, mainly dogs, before they are to be euthanized.

  23. When I was in 10th grade, we unexpectedly had to put down our 7 year old golden retriever after a tumor burst in his stomach. I remember being a wreck, and demanding to be taken to the vet to say my goodbyes. My friends on my block wanted to get me a new puppy almost immediately, but I wasn’t ready for a new dog in my life. Seven or eight months later we got a white lab puppy for Christmas, and I was excited. I’d had enough time to grieve the loss of my first dog. Even though she is a similar type of dog, her personality is so incredibly different from my first dog. Sometimes that makes me sad, since I miss those traits and the closeness I felt with him, but I’ve never regretted having another dog in my life. It will take time, but you will know when you are ready to bring a new dog into your life.

  24. “Fear that something awful might happen to the new dog, too. Fear of the inevitable day in the future when we would have to go through this hurt again.”
    This was very sad for the writer and for her dog.

    Car/dog collisions are almost always preventable. The best way the writer could serve dogs and their people is to share with her readers the specific mistakes she made that allowed this to happen; to inform them about other kinds of common mistakes that result in so many dogs being hit by cars; and to help her readers (and their friends, and their friends) prevent this, for all dogs.
    Not trying to be mean or blaming—just hoping something constructive can come of a terrible and preventable event.

  25. Virginia and Randal,
    In spite of the fact that we have known you for quite some time it behooves me to write in response to your research. We have been the owners of pets, ie. Golden Retrievers, since before children. Our first pet, of Golden Retriever breed, named Brandy, was our first baby. I can only empathize with the torment of your lose because of the investment we had on the character of our dog, aka our first baby. We can relate to your suggestion of mourning but believe that there is more at stake.
    We agree with your findings but can document that the loss is singularly to each owner. We invested hours of play and training to our “CHILD” with an expectation that a long life ensued. To our good fortune that investment paid out in spades. We suffered no such loss and yet had the luck of a long and prosperous life of a dog. Had there been an incidence similar to yours we would have been besides ourselves. Even having had 15 years of her life it was still a situation of mourning for the loss as we had to put her down because of illness.
    We can only emphasize that you are not alone. There are many who can attest to the significance of their loss as measured by the investments of their spirit in the ones they love. Each owner has their own level of or measure of investment or love.
    If for nothing else let this serve as a condolence of sorts. We feel your pain. We respond in kindness. We ask for comfort in your heart.
    God speed.
    Ann & Steve

  26. I don’t fully remember my feelings when I lost my dog. I was six years old and lived in a home where my widowed mother deeply traumatized me emotionally. It seems pretty logical that dog meant a lot to me as the only close connection I had. My mom drowned him in a pail of water and left the body for me to find. She told me she killed him. Damn, even today I cannot summon tears. I guess I’m writing this to show just how powerful love of a dog can be. I’m 67 years old now and about a year ago finally allowed myself to love an animal – a cat. My son left if for me when he moved out. It’s real nice to have a gentle loving critter in my life. Please be gentle with children and pets; they form close bonds. Now I’m crying…

  27. We waited nine months between our losing our first dog and getting our second, and maybe six weeks between our second and third dog. They are our children as we have never wanted kids. It has been some of the worst days of my life when we lost them (first dog at six to cancer, second dog at four to complications from surgery and having epilepsy, current pup is almost six). They have all had different personalities, and I love and have loved them with everything in my heart. I can’t imagine not having a dog in the house…even knowing what will happen down the road. You will know when the time is right for you…

  28. We lost our second dog just shy of three months ago. Having brought this dog into our relationship, I took his death much harder than my husband, whose dog we lost five years previously. In both instances, we rescued new dogs less than a month later. Neither was planned. And both new additions bring us great joy, and a welcome distraction from the grief. But even three months later, I am caught off-guard by the sunami of grief that sneaks up on me regularly, for the bond I shared with my lost love. Neither new pup is a replacement. But my husband and I have too much love to give needy dogs to keep that loved bottled up for long.

  29. I lost my dog to cancer last May, three days after my birthday. He was almost 12 years old, and had had three other bouts with cancer before. He was a sweet, smart, goofy lab mix who loved every single thing he did.

    My wife and I started him with puppy training that soon led to more obedience classes and therapy dog training. Several of the other dog people talked about their “heart dogs,” dogs who somehow transcended the ordinary relationships they had with their other dogs. Seamus was that for me. We walked together every day, and I estimate that we covered over 15,000 miles together.

    I still miss him horribly and I’m not sure I’ll ever really, completely get over losing him. However, I do want a puppy now. Not because a puppy could replace him, but because I need to have a dog around me, and I want my son (who is 10 months old) to grow up around dogs. I’ll get another shelter mutt lab-mix because I love that type, but I know the pup will be different and have his own personality.

    I am so sorry you lost your pup. I hope you do feel like you can someday get another dog and share your obvious love with the best creatures who have ever lived.

  30. I’ve had several cats in my lifetime, and much like people, each one had a completely different and wonderful personality. Certainly I had a unique bond with each of them, but I’ve currently got a very special relationship with my 14 year old cat, and I absolutely adore her. While at 14 she is still quite youthful and healthy, I know that day will eventually come, and it saddens me to no end if I dwell on it.
    Having said all that, in the past when I have lost a beloved pet, I never hesitated to acquire or adopt a new one. One reason is, because they are all so different, there is no danger in there being similarities to past pets causing sadness. I never found that to be the case. Another reason is that we have room in our lives for a delightful creature to share our home with, and we have that surplus love to give readily.
    Even when I eventually lose my sweet girl, she would leave such a gaping hole in our lives that we would absolutely have to fill it with the love of a new pet.

  31. At some point, those of us who have dogs in our lives learn the hard lesson that we are destined to outlive our pets. Humans live longer than dogs, and that’s just how it is. I was discussing my dog with some younger co-workers one time, and one of them asked me if it was worth having a dog when I know that I will eventually lose it forever. And I answered that it most certainly *is* worth living with a dog. For 1 year, or 7 years, or 12 years, I have the compansionship of that pet–for EVERY SINGLE DAY. While the loss of a dog hurts, I have countless good memories of that pet that will far outlast the grief of my loss.
    I’ve recently lost the dog I’d had for 6 short years–she died of complications from mast cell cancer. I’d found her by looking to adopt one (I’d had a purebred one for 12 years before that, before he died of kidney failure). I’d decided after him that I would lighten my life by saving another dog’s life–by “re-homing” one (instead of buying a new puppy). It took me 2 years to find the right one that time.
    After my recent loss, I grieved…but then I remembered how happy we were to have found each other; and I realized that I had the potential for that same joy when the next dog and I met and saved each other. So, I began looking, and hoped that it wouldn’t take another 2 years–but I knew that however long it took the wait would be worth it. And…I found a dog in nearly the same situation–loving owners looking to find a good home for a wonderful puppy (they could NOT keep their dog). It took a lot less than 2 years. And so we’ve met. And she’s with me now. I know I’ve again given my “heart to a dog to tear” (as Rudyard Kipling wrote), but the journey until that sad time is always worth it.

  32. Your post, and the responses are very moving. I am especially touched by the horror of losing your beloved “whip-smart” pup in the way you did. I had a “love of my life” dog, Tetley, who died, perhaps of cancer, suddenly at the age of 8 in 1991. I still think of her and grieve her. I recently (well, 2 years ago) got a Briard pup who was handicapped with hydrocephalus, and he began struggling in the arms of the man who delivered him to me when he was still six or eight feet from the car. He flung himself into my arms and began kissing me and flailing against me. My partner took him and he got quiet and nestled against her. He came back to me and again went wild. The thought that he was Tetley reborn was inescapable, though of course I’ll never know if he is. He still gets out of control with love for me, flinging himself at me and so forth. He doesn’t feel particularly familiar to me, but it’s clear I am very familiar to him! The loss of Tetley, 22 years later, is perhaps not as sharp, but still very deep. We are all joined in the loss of beloved pets. I am so glad you are comforted by the society of those who responded to you, and hope you fall in love again soon…..

  33. After my dog of 15 years died, there was a hole in my life. However, my instinct told me that if I were to get another dog quickly, that would be an attempt to replace her, and in a way felt disrespectful to her. And to get another breed like her was completely out of the question. To have another dog around that looked like her would have made me very,very sad.

    I didn’t get another dog for several years-and even then, it was the new dog who adopted me, not the other way around. The new dog found me.
    And they were not the same breed at all.

    I’ve never regretted getting me new dog. But I am extremely grateful that I waited until I fully grieved my old dog-and extremely grateful they look nothing alike.

  34. Thank you for writing this piece. I just lost my 17 year old terrier. I feel broken. Reading this helped. I have lost pets before and know it will get better. But she was the hardest to loose. She was the child I never had. I hope a new mutt will present itself to me in due time. But I also feel it’s okay to wait and grieve. My heart goes out to you and your husband.

  35. We had a male sheltie we named Lambeau.. he was a bright, energetic loving friend. He was just shy of 11 when he died. I cried more when he died than I did for my parents. I went off to China for work and my wife couldn’t handle not being greeted at the door for very long.. when I got back from China she went to a private breeder in our state and came back with not one but two puppies .. they have been as awesome as Lambeau was.. but Lambeau was the first and will always have a special place in my heart. I would get another puppy when you are ready… I was really reluctant to get a dog in the first place because you get one then you have to go through the grief when they die.. that’s true, but the almost 11 yrs of joy offset the short time you grieve.. they never replace the first one, but they do ease the pain of losing one… God Bless You in your grief and in your search for a new friend!

  36. Allow yourself time to grief. When you stop seeing your new pet as a replacement to fill the gap your ready. Then let your heart & soul let you both to your new friend, maybe even a pound puppy or older dog. You will know them when you see them. In the meantime take joy in the pets around you. Visit family or friends to get some unconditional love.

  37. Thank you so much for your post. My husband and I just lost our magnificent 4-1/2 year-old dog to cancer last month. She was our first pet as adults, our first pet as a couple, and as we don’t have children, our first child in a sense. We planted a dogwood tree today with her ashes scattered around it. It has been a very rough journey, and it’s so comforting to know that there are other people out there who understand what we are going through.

  38. My thoughts are with you both on the loss of your beloved boy.

    We too have had companions of many species, all of whom were special, but some of whom we shared a particular bond with (I’m thinking particularly of my staffy Celly – who I thought of as my first daughter – and my dwarf rabbit Blaze). Their loss was heartbreaking and felt a long time after they had passed, so I understand the grief you feel.

    We lost our last staffy Leila (who we got as a pup prior to Celly’s death) 2 months ago, and while it is still raw at times, we have coped much better due to the companionship of our foster dog Topaz. He and we have grieved together and we are likely to “foster fail” and adopt him. Knowing how many other dogs need fostering while looking for their forever homes, we decided to take on another foster, much sooner than we would have looked at getting another dog permanently. Although they are still getting to know each other, I think it has been a good thing all ’round.

    I think the range of normal goes from “straight away” to “never”, and am sure you will find your spot in between, but if you are still uncertain, consider fostering. I’m sure there are rescue for every breed in your area, just as there are for Perth in Western Australia.

    One other thing to bear in mind is that you may feel the loss more in some ways Ginny, since you work from home and so he was likely an integral part of your day. I would suggest in that case that it may actually be healthier mentally to invite a new companion into your home sooner, so that the grieving is more “natural” (for want of a better word) and less prolonged by the change in your “workplace”, rather than simply the love you had for him.

  39. Condolences upon condolences. My colleague at Do You Believe in Dog? recently reflected on this life event that no matter when it comes, it will be too soon. Grief resources specific to the loss of a pet http://doyoubelieveindog.blogspot.com/2013/09/pet-loss-grief-and-bereavement-resources.html And for other thoughts, a poem posted by Dr. Patricia McConnell: http://www.patriciamcconnell.com/theotherendoftheleash/things-to-do-after-your-dog-has-died

  40. I’ll admit I regret getting another pet. I had gotten my cat when I was 23, my greyhound two years later. They were with me for all of my adulthood. They moved with to new cities and sometimes were my only friends. My cat had FIV and a heart condition. I was told I would be lucky to get two good years. I got ten amazing ones. He was the most incredible creature and I can’t begin to capture why in a blog post. He got very sick while I was out of town. There were no flights out that night when I found out how bad things were. I took the first one the next morning. I spent every minute agonizing over whether I’d make it home in time. I did but he was in bad shape. He died on my chest while I was waiting for a call back from the vet to bring him in to euthanize him. I was looking in his eyes when he took his last breath. It was awful and wonderful all at the same time. I truly believe he waited for me. And two years later I still can’t write about this without breaking down. Less than three months later, my sweet gentle greyhound passed suddenly from a burst mass I didn’t know was on her spleen. She was only ten and had been her playful self when I left for work. When I came home, for the first time ever she didn’t want her dinner. I knew something was very wrong. She died a few hours later on the operating table. After she was gone I was just numb. Broken and lonely I got suckered by well meaning but totally dishonest people in to adopting a mess of a dog scheduled for euthanasia. I have spent thousands of hours and dollars working with her to make her tolerable to be around. She’s so out of control and unaware of her size I can’t really have her around kids or my folks. She exhausts me. Because she isn’t aggressive, and I believe an animal is your commitment for life I’m still working with her, she is finally starting to come along, and I do love her, but she is also a constant reminder of how lucky I was before. And I know that isn’t fair to her and those thoughts make me an asshole, but that is my truth.

  41. Thank you for this article. I just lost 4 of my dogs these past months just right after I lost my dad. Its heartbreaking and earth shattering. In fact, I am still (silently) grieving for them because I never got that kind of support from other people (I was told that they were just dogs so I shouldn’t weep for them) .I have always thought that I could never love another dog again but I still have 2 young dogs that love me unconditionally. I am still afraid that I might lose them anytime but every single time I see those 2 adorable dogs I forget every fear that I have. They are really comforting and the unconditional love they give to me is insurmountable. I cannot compare their love for me to those dogs I have lost and my love for them can not be compared to the love I have given to those 4. My life will never be the same without those 4 other dogs but I know that my life wouldn’t be better without my new dogs.

  42. Your experience strikes such a nerve with me. My partner and I lost our beautiful pup one week after her second birthday. Boy, did we love that dog. She was so optimistic, diplomatic and intelligent. I enjoyed games with her as much as she did we me. It hurts to think that, because I assumed we had such a long future together, there were times I didn’t bring her for that walk she wanted, or choose to leave her at home when I went to the beach. Her life was so short and beautiful, and it felt very different to loose such a young dog than the bittersweet pain and beauty of watching a wise old companion pass away. Tybee was just transitioning from puppy to dog and showing us her personality as she calmed down a bit. Her optimism and brightness was combining with a new feeling of loyalty and maturity. She died within two weeks of a rare autoimmune disease. Suddenly a dog who had boundless energy could not walk or swallow. We had three more days with her as medicine prescribed had a short lived affect on her symptoms

    We decided that with so many dogs in need of rescue that it was the right thing to do to take another pup in to our home. Two months later we did. It felt like a good way to honor Tybee. After all, she had no possessions. All she had to leave behind was love, and we wanted another rescue to have that. It’s a out 6 months later and I think of her constantly. I try to talk to folks about her from time to time but most people politely demur. It’s hard. I am so sorry for our loss. That photo of her reminds me so much of our little blue eyed Tybee,

  43. I share your grief, as I lost a 4 year old lab last summer. I’ll never know how he got outside of the gate, to be hit. It felt like a very heavy weight on my chest for days afterward. I came to the conclusion that I had loved him too much. After six months I got a replacement pup. Life recycles, time heals.

  44. My parents had two dogs while I was growing up. Yeva, my Mom’s dog, died when I was still too young to remember. Zeke, my Dad’s dog, died when I was 5; but since was 14, it seemed natural, and while I was a little sad, I wasn’t grief stricken. (The fact that my Dad had told me Zeke died in his sleep, instead of the vet assisted truth, might have something to do with it.)

    But Patch and Jemma, my childhood dogs, changed it all. We got Patch when I was 8, and he was diagnosed with throat cancer when I was 19, almost 20. My first summer home from college. We tried everything; even drove hours to Knoxville, where the UT vet clinic was located. I was so fearful, but hopeful, when we drove him down. But they called, and said the tumor was so large he may not even wake up from exploratory surgery. He did, but we still had to drive down and get him, and take him home to die. I remember picking up a brochure about pet death there; and it was when reading it that I made the clear decision to be there when it happened. I didn’t want to send him off to the vet with my Dad and cry with my sister and Mom as it happened far out of our sight. I wanted to be there, petting and comforting him, and telling him how thankful I was. And that’s exactly what I did- when the pink fluid went it, and his eyes went big, I said “Thank You.”

    Jemma was pretty depressed for a a few weeks afterwards, but soldiered on for 4 more years. When her time came, it was a little harder. Patch was the family dog, but I had saved up for Jemma, picked her out, and trained her. She was my “training for adulthood” dog- from age 11 to 25, she was my responsibility. Losing her felt like losing a childhood friend who had helped me grow up. When the decision had to be made, I asked for 24 hours, and I spent them all with her, even sleeping on the couch at my parent’s house right by her. I still regret not getting down on the floor with her when she woke up. I went with her too, and even though I couldn’t see her eyes when it happened, I thanked her as well.

    Jemma passed a little over 4 years ago, and in September, I got my new dog: Boudica. Enough time has passed that I don’t feel like I’m betraying my old dogs, but making new friends that they can play with in puppy heaven some day. I know a day will come when I have to thank Boudica too, but I hope it’s a good 12-14 years from now.

    I lost my Dad in June, and now that I’ve dealt with real and unending grief for a human, I can differentiate between that and grieving for a pet. I loved my dogs, but it’s a different kind of sad that’s hard to describe. I was so sad when Patch and Jemma left, but it felt like they had done their job, fulfilled their purpose. With Dad, all I can see are all things in my life he won’t be here for. Maybe it’s because I’m automatically resigned to a dog’s lifespan, maybe it’s because I miss my Dad more. All I can hope for is that my Dad has found them, and all his old dogs, and they’re all playing fetch together in the Summerlands.

    Typing this made me cry a little. I’m going to cuddle on Boudica, and I sincerely hope that you find a new playmate, and that someday he’ll find your old dog, and that you can find them, and we can all be together. Isn’t that a nice thought?

  45. Nearly 6 years ago I adopted a 3 or 4 year old beagleX named Fred. He’d had 4 failed adoptions before I came along, and as a result had a lot of seperation anxiety. But we bonded instantly.
    I’d been suffering from depression for a while before I got him, and i seriously credit him with keeping me alive.
    A year after I got him I found a lump on the inside of his leg, which turned out to be a MAST cell tumor. Basically a skin cancer. I was crying, i didnt want to lose him. He’d become my world, was everything to me.
    Fortunately, i’d found it very early, and surgery was able to remove it all. I was beyond relieved. Over the next 4 years he had 3 more, but because I was paranoid about lumps after the first one, i found them all very early in their formation, and surgery got them all with clear margins.

    After everything we’d been through, he was absolutely my fur child. I’m single, and he was everything to me. Friend, confidant, child, partner in crime, everything. he went everywhere with me, and was always happy just being by my side, no matter what i was doing. I told him i loved him daily, and spoilt him rotten.
    Early this year he had a little bit of a cough, and was drooling a bit more than usual, so i took him to the vet thinking he had an infection of some sort. Fast forward 5 days, he’d had emergency vet checks, ultrasounds, biopsies, and a CT scan. The verdict was a soft tissue sarcoma (cancer) in his throat, pressing against his saliva glands. It had already spread to his lungs, and was inoperable. 4 days after the final diagnosis, he no longer wanted to eat, nor go for a walk, so i made the hardest decision of my life and put him to sleep.

    I was beyond heartbroken, and would cry myself to sleep for weeks afterwards. Unfortunately being single and with no real family, i just had to try and deal with it. In 10 days i’d gone from having a loving dog, to him being gone.

    Like you i had become a dog person, and I needed another dog in the house.

    A few weeks later i found a 9 month old labrador named Bennie that needed a new home, so he came home with me. That night, i more or less had a physical reaction to having a new dog in the house. I had massive “buyers remorse”, was physically shaking, and looked at the new dog with almost resentment.

    I felt like i had traded my Fred in, and gotten a dud in return. Obviously this wasnt the case, but i couldnt shake the feeling. I’ve had Bennie for 6 months now, and although we’ve started to bond, we’re nowhere near as close as I was with Fred. There have been many times i’ve found myself comparing him to Fred, wishing he was Fred, even accidentally calling him Fred.

    I’m not over Fred, and I dont think I ever will be. Bennie does help, but it is a very slow road to getting over the loss of a dog i considered my family.


  46. Thanks for this Virginia,

    In the last 2 years I’ve lost 2 dogs both German Shepherds. The first had been my companion for over 9 years and she had to be euthanased when an unknown until then, large cancerous tumour burst causing internal bleeding. It was across multiple organs and it didn’t seem moral to put her through surgery with a very small chance of survival. Far better to keep her with family where she was loved until it made her sick. The end came 4 days later when in the morning she didn’t want to eat or drink, so I took her back to the vets and spoke softly to Skadi and held her as she went to sleep.

    We had her cremated and have a memorial stone in the garden under one of her favourite shrubs she would shelter from the heat under. My little nieces and nephew still go and say hello to her when they visit.

    The next was her successor and was only 10 months old. At 7 1/2 months she was hit by a horse float after running out to check out one or the neighbours driving past. She new to keep away from the car but not the towed trailer. It was a Sunday and I rushed her to the on call vet and had to play nurse as we closed bleeding wounds and stitched up her eye in an attempt to save it. It wasn’t until I got back home I realised I covered was head to toe in blood.

    The next day what we had hoped to be just shock turned out to be a broken vertebrae and she couldn’t move her hind legs. Another trip was arranged to a specialist Orthopaedic vet surgeon 300kms away in Sydney. There was never any question of cost, she was family. The very complex surgery went well with the bones healing but even after 2 1/2 months of me giving her massage and physiotherapy at least twice a day her spinal card didn’t heal. Her eye had partial vision but at 10 months old and not even able to get out to toilet by herself, dragging her hind legs and trying to play after a final consultation wit the Surgeon we reluctantly agreed that it was no life for a young creature. I put myself in her position and realised I would not wish to be unable to do anything. After all dogs don’t have hands which can compensate to large extent.

    So it was that about 14 months after losing my previous girl I again found myself sitting on the floor of a surgery talking gently and cradling my dogs head as she peacefully slipped away. Eowyn now rests under the same shrub as her forebear, Skadi.

    After 4 German Shepherds of my own and the family always having corgis since I was a toddler I’ve found I can’t not have a dog. I now have another female Shepherd, Freyja, she was born at the end of the month I said goodbye to my last and I adopted her 8 weeks later.

    Each dog is never the same as the last, and in quieter moments I miss them all, especially Eowyn, my last. Spending so much time trying to help her heal changed me. I think I’m a better more forgiving person now. Having pets all my life and inevitably having to say goodbye helps you cope with the loss of human friends. You learn it’s part of life, it hurts but things go on. I’ve seen this also in my nieces and nephews.

    Dogs are always glad to see you, get you out the house when your feeling low, will quietly sit with you and just take in your surroundings and be happy for just being. The sheer exuberance of puppies can heal a soul. I think these and many other aspects of the bonds you form with them far outweigh the loss you feel when they leave.

  47. When I had to have my enormous ginger tabby cat euthanized (heart disease) I was a wreck. The best decision I made was taking my vet up on the offer of a Maine Coon that had been boarded at his clinic ever since her owner’s stroke. I felt ghoulish adopting a cat minutes after my other cat’s death, but it really was for the best. I resented my new cat for a few days (and thought to myself that I’d trade her for my tabby in a skinny minute), but I couldn’t ignore her. She was in a new place and very nervous about the big changes in her life. I had no choice. I had to hold her, pet her, play with her, talk to her, and sleep with her. Me, I would’ve wallowed in my sadness over my cat’s death, but my newly adopted cat wouldn’t let me. I love her to bits.

    I’m really sorry about your loss. It’s great that you’re getting support from family and friends.

  48. Our sincere condolences with your untimely loss.

    We just lost our last friend of ober fifteen years and still feel the pain every day. However, as we are in our late seventies, we have made the painful decision not to replace him, as we think it is unfair for a young friend to have to share his life with a couple of geriatrics. But let me tell you, this decision has not made life easier, for who do you confide in now? Who is happy when you get home from an outing?
    But then again, you never know who will someday cross your path.

  49. My deepest condolences. I have to applaud you for writing this while dealing with your grief. My dog died to a horrible cancer 3 months ago and I still find it difficult to deal with the sadness. I have decided never to get another dog again after seeing how that poor creature suffered the cancer. Those last few months were a living hell, waiting for calls from the vet as they went through various tests and operations, always getting bad news. The day after he died I started work at a new job. My dog kept me grounded while I was unemployed and depressed. My life is back on track now somewhat but I feel very numb after loosing him.

  50. I am so sorry for your loss. This year has been an incredibly unlucky one for me – my parents’ cats (aged 13 and 8) that I grew up with died in May and July, one of cancer (that we were expecting) and one of a blood clot (that we weren’t). I grieved for them. Then in October mine and my husband’s cat died suddenly and mysteriously, aged only four. He was our first pet, and the most complicated and human cat I have ever known. He was our child in a very real way. We had a trip abroad already booked, so we went away for three weeks, and we got a new kitten as soon as we got home, just a month after losing Hobbes.

    Our friends and family were very supportive, and we were grateful for that, but at the same time it wasn’t really that helpful, because no one else ever really understands the bond you have with an animal. Because it’s not a bond formed of words or conversation, I think it’s hard to understand it yourself, let alone describe it to other people. So when you lose that people say, “oh I’m so sorry, he was like your baby wasn’t he?” and things like that, meaning well, and part of you gets frustrated because he wasn’t LIKE your baby, he WAS your baby.

    I am so, so glad we got the new cat. There is absolutely no comparison; Hobbes was one in a million, we were never expecting or hoping to have him again. But the house was so quiet, and we knew we could offer a wonderful home to another animal. We are both still grieving. We are planning his memorial stone and getting photos printed for the walls, and we cry while looking back and remembering, but at the same time we have little Mouse running around. We’ve fallen in love with him too, and we can laugh about him at the same time as we cry about Hobbes. It makes it bittersweet, but that’s better than just bitter.

  51. I’m so sorry about Conan. His legacy seems to be, in part, at least, turning you into dog lovers, so it does seem that now you have to get another dog. In our family we had a pug named Oliver, who was unbelievably close with my grandfather. Oliver died while we were all on vacation at a rental house that didn’t allow pets — he had a heart attack on the 4th of July, during a particularly intense burst of fireworks. When we learned of his death, my grandfather said, “I was sure as I left that Oliver was telling me we were saying goodbye for the last time.” He was devastated, and we all were too; all six of us went to the beach together and that night slept there like vagabonds. A few months later, my mother got another puppy — not only was it the same breed, but they all decided to give him the same name! Oliver Jr. I was horrified, but it seemed to really give both my mother and my grandfather solace. In fact, my mother says that if she gets another dog after Oliver Jr dies, she’ll name him Oliver as well because she now always needs to have an Oliver in the house. Hugs.

  52. Virginia, I’m so sorry to hear about your loss. It’s so hard to make sense of these things when they hit us out of the blue, but it’s heartening to hear so many voices of support in the comments.

    When I was about 15, I had a labrador called Archie. He was an absolutely mad dog, always running around with way too much energy, but he had an absolute heart of gold – he wouldn’t hurt a fly. He died of cancer when he was about 2 and a half, and it left a gaping hole in our lives for a long time after. Everything seemed so much quieter without him, and all of our normal daily routines were completely thrown out of kilter. But he was a good friend, a little rogue, and a brilliant dog, and I’ll always remember that with a smile.

    I hope you’re both okay.

  53. Very sorry about your dog. All the science about loss and grief can be summed up in by the technical phrase: it sucks. For now. But give it time. Time works with pets. Certainly don’t give up on dog ownership (alright, cats too, I guess). Life’s too short not to have a constantly hungry, marginally productive canine lurking nearby to see if you want to scratch their ears.

  54. I know at some point that my beagle is going to break my heart. It’s almost inevitable – almost; I could get done in first I suppose. That said, we found a little dog that my wife and I absolutely love in a pound that would have had to put him down in a week or two, and since then, he has lived a pretty good life of walks, treats and snuggling on the couch with his people. Everyday is better thanks to Jake, and that includes the days where he gets into something he shouldn’t or doesn’t make it outside to take care of his business.

    I know it’s going to happen, and it will be terrible. Some of my friends will understand, and some won’t. That said, after a period of time we’re going back to the same pound and we’ll do it all again, with a different little dog who for some reason wound up there, possibly facing that final nap. Instead, he or she is going to wind up with some people who love them, despite knowing how it will most likely end.

  55. My sympathy to you and your husband. I lost my sheltie in January to Lymphoma. I still cry at the sound or sight of him name. He fought such a brave 16 month battle against Lymphoma. We got another dog six weeks later….waaaaaaaaaaay to early; and he didn’t work out. Two month later we had to return him to the rescue group because I just couldn’t deal with him at that point. He was a beagle and they are so much different than a sheltie. Broken heart number 2. We now have another sheltie, a puppy, who is quite different than our Randy but still has the sheltie character.

    don’t go right out and get another dog. Let yourself grieve and heal. It takes time, lots of it. But by all means, do get another one when the time is right. Grief is the price we pay for having loved.

    “There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief…..and unspeakable love.”—-Washington Iving

  56. I had 2 dogs that lived to the ripe old age of 14. Raising them from puppies, they were my chidren. After their passing, I said I’d never get another dog, but now, once again, I have 2. They have not replaced the originals and I felt so guilty in the beginning of getting 2 more, but found this saying which made me feel loads better. Maybe it will help:

    It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them, and every new dog who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough all the components of my heart will become dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are.

    I don’t know who wrote it, but I got a plaque on line that I now hang in my bedroom.

  57. In march we lost our 13 month old puppy. She had a blockage in her intestine from eating toys an other inedible things we kept trying to keep from her. She didn’t survive the surgery to remove the blockage.
    She was the youngest of our, at the time 4 dog. We’re back to just 3, and will likely keep it that way. But this summer I started occasionally fostering dogs from our local shelter. Fostering is a little heartbreaking, but also heartwarming. We get to know a dog, come to love it, then send it off to a new forever home. But knowing we’re saying goodbye to one dog, while soon welcoming in another is a comfort, but much more so, is the knowledge that we’re saving an animal and helping a family find a new pet.

  58. We lost one of our two dogs unexpectedly in July. The “karmic” thing about it was that just 6 weeks earlier, we had been led for no apparent reason to adopt a rescue dog, different breed and personality altogether. So he had already made his place in our family before our Libby suddenly started having seizures one morning that would not stop, suffered irreversible brain damage and had to be put to sleep. The new little guy has made his own place in our hearts, though the whole Libby left is still there, and always will be. Im very glad the new little guy came to us when he did, and continues to help provide some of the doggy love we lost along with Libby. Our one concern, and maybe you can offer advice on this, is that our big dog, Hunter, who was our first dog, is still grieving for his lost companion, and there’s no way we can explain to him, or comfort him. He gets to sleep on my bed now, and gets extra love and play and treats, but he will still go and sit at the back door and gaze mournfully across the yard to where she is buried, or stand in the yard at night and bark pathetically, as if he is calling her.

  59. We have done the staggering pets thing as well. Unfortunately, when the younger one died upon meeting a car it was absolutely devastating. We still had Reugar to help us through it. He took it pretty hard too though. Now we are about to embark on the next phase. The dog we are getting now is actually the younger brother of the one we lost, even more than the same breed… The same mother. We are super excited and love being dog people. I see a cycle like this for the rest of my life, but I can’t live without my puppies. BTW they have all been Yorkies…

  60. Well I hope for your next dogs fate that you don’t let it run free next to a busy parkway. There are many ways to prevent this from happening. Get an electronic fence and collar and take the time to obedience train your dog. You wouldn’t let your child run around unsupervised near a busy street so why let your dog? Be responsible pet owners please.

  61. I buried my dog on Monday, the day before you lost yours. I had the same feelings as you. It’s the little things that would get to me – dropping a piece of food in the kitchen, then realizing there’s no dog there waiting to lick it up, no more dog hair on the floor, etc.

    Despite the pain, we will get another dog. To paraphrase Tennyson – its better to have had a dog and lost her than never had a dog at all.

    1. Totally agree Vince. Just losing my friend of 15 years, it’s the little things that still choke me up…weeks later.

      Dropping food on the floor while cooking is one of them. We used to nickname her “hoover” because she’d patrol the kitchen floor until it was spotless. I still look at spots on the floor where she used to lie, or walk through the door and immediately notice something is different (no one greeting me). I don’t hear her breathing when I sleep.

      The little things are the hardest things, I think.

  62. I’ve lived with dogs for the majority of my life (I’m 67), and so have experienced their loss many times over. It is never easy, and I’ve mourned each one in its turn. They are family, even as you tell yourself they’re dogs, not people. We waited nearly ten years after the death of the last one, unwilling to go through that heartbreak again, but the pressure built. There is an emotional need in humans that can only be fully satisfied by a dog (or other animal companion), I think. Eventually, we adopted a shelter dog, a little beagle mix, and she’s been a total joy. I regret that we waited so long, because she’s young, and the fear now is that we might go before she does. I’m more scared of leaving her than I am of the knowledge that eventually she will leave us.

  63. My son shared this site with me and it was helpful to know how many of us feel like we have had a family death when we no longer have a special four leg friend with us…and getting another pet will ease the pain in time…

  64. Virginia, I’m sorry to hear about your loss. But I’m also glad you chose to write this, even though this was SO recent. I think writing about it helps.

    I wrote a response comment about the loss of my own dog and the puppy that came after, but it was too long for comments so I dropped it into my own (only occasionally used) blog site.

    Link here: http://tmblr.co/Zodmrx-7qSPK

  65. Thank you for your beautiful & timely article — today I lost my ever vigilant guardian. My Boston Terrier was only 10 years old and died from a stroke. I have lost many pets,; some Bostons and some labs. I have loved them all deeply for the wonderful dogs that they were. Each had their own quirky traits and personalities but all were loyal, loving, and always a part of my heart. I still have his brother who is mourning as I am. Yes, another pet will find its way into my heart and home. Thank God for our pets.

  66. Thanks for this post. I appreciated the science and the knowledge that the grief is real.

    I always had dogs growing up, a few cats too, and a slew of other pets and some livestock as well… I didn’t really become affected by the loss of a pet until nearly 9 years ago when I lost my black lab/husky mix Carrey. She was the first dog that was my own. My parents surprised me with her for my birthday when I turned 16. I still remember her, all chubby and wiggly, with loose pajama skin when she flopped all over my lap as I came in the door from school. She loved the snow more than anything in the world. She looked like a lab, but she’d whine to go out in the middle of a blizzard, and curl up in a little hollow she’d dig in the snow and just let it cover her up. She was my constant, faithful, loyal and unconditional companion through all the traumas and adventures of late teens and early 20’s. She vetted my girlfriends and eventually my wife. When I married, we couldn’t bring her to our first apartment, so she stayed with my parents, playing old mentor to my parent’s younger dogs. She had contracted lyme at some point we think, she slowed down considerably in her final year or two, but the snow still could make her become that rambunctious husky puppy again.

    I remember vividly the night she died. My wife and I were house sitting for my parents while they were out of town for a while. We were coming back in the evening after running some errands. We found Carrey lying unresponsive on the back porch. The other two dogs had been frantically circling her, pawing and nudging at her. We aren’t sure what happened, but we think she’d had a seizure, she’d had a few mild ones shortly before that my Mom had told me about which is how we’d discovered the Lyme. There really was nothing to be done. I tried to give her the medication that the vet had given us… It was a pill though and she couldn’t swallow it. We called an emergency veterinary clinic, but they were an hour away, and basically said they would probably just put her down. In the end, I just made her as comfortable as I could, and like so many times watching before while watching TV with our family, I put my head on her chest and stayed with her. I think she could sense she wasn’t alone anymore, her breathing became more shallow, less ragged. She seemed to relax, and even let out one howl; a farewell to her pack. I recall perfectly the moment her heart didn’t beat again.

    I felt so guilty, and I’m not sure why. I cannot think about her without being gutted as if it had just happened. At first I couldn’t imagine getting another dog. Once my wife and I moved to apartment where we were allowed pets, we started to talk about getting a puppy. It was a couple years before we got our current dog, she’s a golden retriever / yellow lab mix. If I can, I will be with her when her heart doesn’t beat again, and then we’ll get a new dog after mourning for as long as feels right. I can’t think about losing a dog, but I also can’t imagine not having one in my life. The passing is as important and meaningful as the first ticklish licks and nips from the little puppy with the baggy pajama skin, and I pity anyone who doesn’t get to experience it.

  67. Its just plain crazy how emotionally attached we get to the critters, and for those who don’t have pets…I think it might be confusing for them when they see the rest of us feel such profound sorrow when they pass. I know it confuses me, and logically makes little sense since I’m a meat eater, after all. But fortunately, I think its becoming more acceptable to acknowledge that the fuzzy faces play such an important role in our lives, and give us great happiness and comfort. I know I grieved for over a year after I lost my little kitty Speck. It just seemed so stupid to me that I felt as sad as I did, but she was the only one who, up until that point, knew ALL of my boyfriends! She shared so much of my life! And now with my pups, I fear the day I will have to say goodbye to them too. I also think the lessons we learn from the loss, and the insight we are given, are somehow invaluable and ultimately give us better tools for dealing with the hardships of life and aging. That said, the question of when to “replace” a pet has a different answer for everyone. It took me over a year to adopt another, but a friend of mine lost his mastiff and brought another one home only days later. You’ll know when it feels right, and please know that I cry with you for the loss of your pup.

  68. Just because someone dies doesn’t mean you stop loving them. I understand the pain you feel at the loss. That never really goes away. My little Buffie had a full life. A lassa-poo, she was my baby, my pal and —- spoiled. She died when she was 17, and that was about 14 years ago. I rescued two Dandy Dinmount terriers that some creep abandoned. They were handfulls, but we got along and eventually they went the way of all life. Now, we share our home with our daughter’s two little dogs. They are our “grand-dogs.” We love and fuss over them, but they are Jamie’s babies. Try as I might, I can’t feel for them the way I did for Buffie. We also have cats, cats, and more cats. Earlier this year, Mandy was euthanized for a terminal ailment. She was cremated and my younger daughter has her ashes. The second was Snowball, nature’s mistake who had half a brain. He was largely — no, “completely” — unaware of his surroundings, couldn’t be house trained, could barely eat. Finally, after several years, he was taken to an animal shelter. I don’t like to think about what happened to him from there. Then, there was Sir Chance, my wife’s favorite. He had been with us for 17 years, was senile, going blind and deteriorating quickly, now. She made the decision to euthanize him. She hasn’t yet gotten his ashes. My wife’s mood is very low. She dearly loved Chancy.

    All of these animals have personalities. They fit into our household and they are loved for various reasons. I hate losing even one and having many doesn’t make the loss any easier to take. We keep saying that we won’t adopt any more, and then — just like that — another one arrives at our door step. We can’t turn them away. The most recent is Marmalade. A tiny kitten, she sought me out, leaving her mother and fleeing some abusive neighbor kids. She almost died several times of malnutrition and sickness. But she rallied, thanks to our great vet, Dr. Fammiy. Now she is a loving, short-hair calico, small by most standards, very happy to cuddle and — you can tell — glad to have a welcoming home.

    When the time is right, you will find another companion animal. You’ll know when. It’s just the way lots of us humans are.

  69. I am so sorry for your loss. It’s especially hard to lose a young pet so full of life.
    For the older couple who said they were too old to replace their pet – my 90 yr old mother lost her beloved Bichon last year. Recently, she adopted the most adorable rescue dog – a 2 yr old terrier/chihuaha mix. Best decision ever – for both of them. “Sugar” is a devoted companion who my mother now says is the best dog she’s ever had. The rescue org. we used spent a couple months finding just the right dog for my mother – small, calm, loving – and Sugar was the perfect fit. You are never too old to share your life, and heart, with a pet.

  70. I am so sorry for your loss. We lost our beloved Heidi who was a little over 16 years old. She was a German Shorthaired Pointer. We got her when she was 6 weeks old. She passed away this past September. She was the love of our lives. We had her more than 1/2 of our married life. We miss her terribly. She was part of our everyday lives and there wasn’t anywhere she didn’t go with us – unless we took a trip where we had to fly to. There are days we just can’t believe she is gone and can’t stand that she isn’t here, and feel we will never get over losing her. Her and I were joined at the hip and anything I did, she was there. My husband walked her twice a day from the first day we got her to the day she died. She sometimes got three walks when her and I would take a nice evening walk after I got home from work. Our family all live away, so she was our little girl who filled that void. Everywhere we went, we think of her, because we know we have taken her with us at that particular place. So many people ask us if we will get another one, and we say at this point we can’t imagine getting another one after her. We certainly won’t get one now, even if we decide to get one later because of the time of year. We know how much joy and happiness she gave us, but we feel right now it would not be fair to a new dog – as we are not ready. I think everyone has to do what’s right for them and their situation. Only you know what you can and cannot do. Down the road, we may be ready and willing. We liked her breed so much, we thought that would be the type we would want, but we also know whatever we decide to do there are no comparisons to the one we lost, as its not fair to Heidi, nor to a new dog. We know the pain you are going through, as we are still going through the process. Our friends and family have been very sympathetic to us as they all have pets. We buried our dog on the back of our property, so it’s nice to go back there and visit her resting spot. No matter what we decide to do in the future, we will never stop loving or missing our Heidi girl. She was one in a million and we will always thank her for being the wonderful friend, and companion she was to the two of us unconditionally. Take care and we hope all the memories you have of your dear friend and companion will help you through this very sad time. God Bless.

    1. Virginia and Randal, I don’t think you need to worry about if or when to get another dog or what kind. Your next dog will find you, and the time is right for him/her and for you. In a way we were fortunate. Our “next” dog found us six weeks BEFORE we lost our Libby Lu to seizures, and it has helped us and Libby’s companion dog, Hunter, though we are all still grieving her loss, we at least now have Little Man making his place in our hearts.

  71. Sorry, for you loss. I once read that there is a high amount of people that have experienced near death experiences report having being reunited with a lost pet from some point in their lives. Worth looking into. When my beloved golden retriever passed from cancer after only having spent 6 years together I thought I’d never love another. A year later a run away showed up at my house. I took him in for the night and posted on the web looking for his real family. I never found them. And now I can’t imagine life with out him. He couldn’t be more different than my golden but I love him every bit as much.

  72. First of all – I’m very sorry for your loss. truly . As for timing on getting a new dog, I believe that is a personal choice, and in reality the best way to look at this choice is to recognize that your rescueing and starting a new life with a new dog, not replacing another dog that has passed away. My husband and I rescued the same breed we lost 30 days after we lost our Otis. The thing that we changed was the gender not the breed because we adored this group. Our Emily never felt like a replacement. We rescued her and she rescued us and our aging cat that was going blind. Also, She was a pup in distress with some normal puppy ailments living in a foster situation. By adopting her – we helped her with her health and to me that equates saving a life.Life is cyclical, so saving a rescue puppy is always the best choice in my opinion. And having two pets whether a dog and a cat or two dogs and two cats is also helpful. I hope this helps and warm hugs to you both. I’m all for the Aussie puppy, they are a marvelous breed!

  73. I am really sorry to hear about the loss of your beloved dog. It’s tough. Our first dog, Scout, died 11 years ago (he was 9) and I still get teared up when I think of him. I was not ready for about 2 years after our Scout died. It took me another 2 years for the kids and I to talk my husband into another puppy. Moose has been great and waiting a long time was OK but there is nothing wrong with getting a new dog much sooner. He is really are so good for everyone in the family and we just love him so. Dogs are very, very special creatures.

  74. Dear Virginia,

    First, I am so sorry for the traumatic loss of your dog! Second, I was given a dog as my second Christmas present. Heidi was the best present a little kid could receive! She made me grow-up to be a kind, empathic, responsible person. Sadly, at 14, she developed cancer and I had to make the decision to euthanize her. It was the first time in my life that the weight of an adult responsibilty sat on my shoulders. I cried for months. Finally, my dad said, “Kid, it is time for a puppy!” I felt guilty and kept thinking, “if a gradnparent dies, one doesn’t just go adopt a new one!” But I was lost without my dog, so at 16, Braxton entered my life. He saw me through some of the worst moments of my life. At 23, I developed an auto-immune disorder that went undiagnosed for years. The sad day came when my little old man developed pituitary adrenal failure and I had to have him euthanized. I cried for months, then one day I woke-up and decided I was lost without my dog. At 30, Georgia-Ruth came blasting into my life with the joy and enthusiasm I needed to re-engage with living. She was amazing! She was house-trained in two hours, no kidding…blew my mind! She was funny, she had comic genius! She was sweet, kind, gentle and beautiful. George was very authentic and she had this energy that people responded to. One of my PhD committee members had a severe dog phobia for 63 years, after two afternoons hanging out with Georgia, he changed his mind about dogs. She was that awesome! One morning, we were playing ball in the backyard when in an instant a white-tailed buck came charging out of the little bit of woods between my house and the subdivision behind us. He charged her with is antlers. I ran down the yard towards them screaming, but he wouldn’t stop hurting her. She got away from him and ran towards me, but he caught up to her in one leap. And, started again…. It was only seconds, but it felt like years getting down 1/3 of an acre to my baby. I finally reached them. The buck was still there, as I bent down to pick-up George I felt his breath on my neck. When I straightened up with her broken little body in my arms, he was gone. We raced to the Veterinarian’s, but she died, in my arms enroute. Georgia-Ruth was only 9 years old and was so full of enthusiasm that people mistook her for a younger girl. Losing George was the worst moment of my life. I cried for months. I was once again, lost with out my dog. But this time was different. One day,my partner, Andrew said, “Amy, half of your identity is dog, you are lost without George. Please get a dog! I miss you!” After, George was killed, I continually bought yellow flowers which wasn’t normal for me. Then, one day, I stopped and analyzed why I was buying yellow flowers. Well, I had one of those moments of insight that almost knocks one off one’s feet. I was buying yellow flowers because I called Georgia my sunshine. I trust that she was sending me a message that she was okay and that I needed a dog. You see, I was consumed with grief over the fact that she had spent the last moments of her life terrified and in pain. I was sick over it. A few weeks later, we adopted a 1.5 year old rescue who we renamed Kowhai which means yellow in Maori. Honestly, he was as broken as me, but together we healed each other. And now, I can think of George and smile and, Kowhai, well, he is so happy he wags his tail in his sleep! We even adopted a sister for him about a year ago! So now we have two dogs, Kowhai and Pammie. The point to this very long story is that you will get a dog when you are ready. As you said, you are now dog people thanks to your first dog. Second, it will not replace your deceased dog, but it will fill-up the hole in your heart and life that he his departure left behind. And as far as getting a different breed or sticking with what you know, it depends on you. The most important aspect to adopting a dog is that it fits your wants and needs. All of my dogs have been miniature dachshunds excpet for Pammie who is half dachshund and half who knows. All of my dogs have been and are their own unique characters. Finally, having lost two dogs to old age and one to trauma, the latter is so much more difficult to process. So, when you adopt, know that when old age takes over and illness kicks-in and euthanasia is the kind decision, that the grief is less intense than the traumatic grief you are coping with right now. I never understood that grief is so much more complicated when violence is involved. I thought grief was grief, but it isn’t. Traumatic, violent loss is grief magnified. And, please in honor of your dog, save a life and rescue rather than buy. There are rescues for every breed and, unfortunately, after the Holiday season, shelters are inundated with discarded dogs! Of course, there is much to be said about mixed breed dogs! Best to you and your husband. And, again, I am so so sorry for the tragic loss of your dog.

    1. I keep telling people, you do NOT pick your dog. Your dog picks you! I have now had 3 dogs, None of whom were the dog I had in mind when I set out to get a dog. But, when we met them, they latched on to us and would not let us leave.

  75. I watched a documentary on dogs a while back that argued that they activate the same brain regions in us as our children do. They are children that die before us.

    Sugar and Sam were my children. They have a remarkable story:


    But they are both gone now and I don’t know how to deal with that. I lurch from denial to collapse. But as with you, the house was simply too empty without them. Even when it was just Sam, it was empty.

    So now I have Lady Sadie and Dallas Alice, and they have created their own place in my heart. But the place of Sugar and Sam is still empty and always will be. Nothing can ever fill that void. My girls help but they don’t heal.

    I found some purpose in joining a rescue society. I’ll help dogs find good homes. And every time I do, I’ll remember Sugar and Sam. That’s how they came back to me.

    There’s no love like dog love — perfect, uncomplicated, and unconditional. I have a friend who won’t have dogs because of how much it hurts when they leave. But I think that it can’t hurt that badly unless it felt equally good to have them. All things travel in opposites. And I can’t find it in me to give up the wonderful times in order to avoid having the bad ones.

    Dogs make us better than we are.

    1. I disagree but in a gentle way.. I believe our canine companions make us become the person we always hoped we would me like magic..

  76. This is Ginny’s father in law. The loss of Conan makes me think about the loss of my Dad in July of this year who you also wrote about. I sit here in tears as I think about the two of them. Conan died at 17 months. My Dad died at 93 years. This Thursday we will have the most ever for Thanksgiving, 23, as our extended family grows. There will be a pain in our hearts when we think about Conan and Dad as well as my Aunt who died a year earlier.

  77. I lost everything in Sandy and then lost my two dogs soon after. Max was older so his death wasn’t shocking. My other dog, Indie, had stomach cancer. I didn’t have the money to have an operation to remove her tumor in the midst of all the devastation around me. She was only 5 and even though she was my constant companion, had lost 20 pounds in the months after the storm. I barely noticed, I was in a fog for so long. Her death was worse to me than losing everything else. Even after months, I become so terribly sad when I come across others walking dogs in the woods or hesitate to leave ham or cheese in the car for fear that it will be gone when I get back. Every day, I regret not having the operation, I regret not trying every way possible to raise the money to save her. How could I have let her go when I had nothing else… It is so hard to live with my decision. I am now in a small apartment, but I dream every day of getting another dog like her. I know I will someday find a more permanent home where I can have a dog. I can smile now knowing that it will be a rescue and that we will both have a new home. To all others who have mourned the loss of a pet and wonder about getting another, please think of me. I will be with you in spirit, sharing your joy. I would do anything to be in your shoes. How appropriate to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving knowing that we are all thankful for the wonderful memories.

  78. My condolences. I have recently lost my 13 years old cat, and he was like a son to me like many pet owners. I have thought about it a great deal and decided not to own a pet for at least a couple of years. Still I frequenly catch myself googling certain cat/dog breed information 🙂 I am guessing from the article that you are leaning toward getting a new dog. I hope this will work out great for you and your husband.
    p.s.:If I am not mistaken there was a photo of your dog on the sidebar, am I correct?

  79. I have had many pets in my life, both as a child and as an adult, and so have said good bye to many beloved animals. When I wash graduate school, my family cat of 18 years passed away. Our dog had died several years earlier, so when the cat died, there were only two-legged creatures in the house. My mother said we needed time to mourn before even thinking about another cat. That lasted 3 days. We went out and got two (“I will never be without an animal in the house again” my mother said with great determination) sisters, little balls of feline fluff. The empty house was just more than any of us could take. And I firmly believe that the best wy to honor a pet is to save another one. So go on Petfinder. The right one will find you. They always do.

  80. Six weeks ago we too our beloved basset hound 9 year old Fred to the Vet for a Sr citizen check up. Expected a clean bill of health as he is slim and trim. We were shocked to learn he has anal cancer. After several tests, three opinions and a visit to a cancer center we found that his future is short.
    As we have an empty nest – he has really become our second child. He is smart (don’t let anyone tell you bassets are not). He is spoiled yet he has also spoiled us. After 5 weeks of not showing any signs – he has begun to. So we begin our dance with death. I have asked our minister whether dogs go to heaven. She says yes. I too believe that there would be no heaven without them.

    He is the 5th dog I have had – none of the others compare. He is going to leave a huge hole in my heart. Foe the past 8 years (we rescued him) he has been a part of our everyday life – at the center of every activity.
    Once my wife gives the OK we will adopt another – I know we will love him too. No one however will take Freds spot in our hearts. I am crying as I type. This is the hardest part of owning a dog.

  81. Our family had the most amazing Border Collie/ Mcnabb. She was an incredible athlete and loved us so much. For my kids she was a playmate always ready to join the fun. For me she was the child that always had time for me. At the time my second daughter had just marries and even though I still had 2 young children at home I was feeling the beginings of empty nest syndrome. My oldest daughter and her husband moved in with us for a time and brought their dog who was used to having 100’s of acres to roam. She started running off and our dog would go with her. We live out in the country. We took to not letting all the dogs out at the same time or putting one on a chain and then they would stay home. One morning I woke to find my son in law had let our dog out. I looked out the window and saw no dogs. I don’t know what he was thinking but as soon as he let ours out they had run off. We hurried around calling and then in the distance we heard gun shots, howling, and they never came back. This was 4 years ago and I bawling writing about it. We hung up posters, 100’s of them, just on case they were still alive. Finally someone called to say they had found the bodies under a bridge about 1/2 mile from our house. My husband and son in law brought them home and we buried them together. I loved that dog so much. I spent every waking moment of the month she was missing driving, looking, hanging posters, talking to people. When we knew she was dead I couldn’t believe it. It truely was akin to losing a child. She was only 2 when she died. There was such a hole inside me. I couldn’t stand it and immediately started looking for a new dog. The same kind, the same color, the same markings. I knew it wouldn’t be her but I needed something. She was technically my sons dog but since he was only 7 she seemed more like my dog since I was in charge of most of her care. It took awhile but we finally found Gidget. When we got her she was quite small. Her feet seldom touched the ground because someone was always holding her, loving her, even my husband who is not normally like that had her on his lap when he was watching TV. She was not Ribsy but she filled that hole in our hearts. Now she is 4 and such a joy. Sometimes though, I look at her and think “Some day you too will pass” and then I am sad ahead of time. One of the hardest parts of losing her was the fact that most people could not understand why we were so distraught. The month we looked for her gave me such empathy with parents of kidnapping victims. I can only imagine how horrible it must be but I feel I have experienced the next worse thing. I cried for over a year, spontaneously with no trigger. I would just be driving and suddenly burst into tears. Sometimes we would all be sitting quiet in the car going somewhere and I would look around and we were all crying quietly, not wanting to distress the others. I could go on and on but will stop here. Dogs are amazing. Created by the creator to be our friends, to fill a spot in our lives, and to love and be loved.

  82. I am so sorry for your loss. I have lived with at least one dog most of my life. The following speaks my heart so much better that I:

    The House Dog’s Grave (Haig, an English bulldog)

    I’ve changed my ways a little; I cannot now
    Run with you in the evenings along the shore,
    Except in a kind of dream; and you, if you dream a moment,
    You see me there.

    So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door
    Where I used to scratch to go out or in,
    And you’d soon open; leave on the kitchen floor
    The marks of my drinking-pan.

    I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do
    On the warm stone,
    Nor at the foot of your bed; no, all the night through
    I lie alone.

    But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet
    Outside your window where firelight so often plays,
    And where you sit to read–and I fear often grieving for me–
    Every night your lamplight lies on my place.

    You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard
    To think of you ever dying
    A little dog would get tired, living so long.
    I hope than when you are lying

    Under the ground like me your lives will appear
    As good and joyful as mine.
    No, dear, that’s too much hope: you are not so well cared for
    As I have been.

    And never have known the passionate undivided
    Fidelities that I knew.
    Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided. . . .
    But to me you were true.

    You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend.
    I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures
    To the end and far past the end. If this is my end,
    I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.

    Robinson Jeffers, 1941

  83. These comments are for Lily – Lily, you say that when your pup goes, you will go right after. Loneliness is a terrible sadness that I know myself. However, you are more than your relationship with your beloved dog. God created you & your dog in love, and he loves you. Even when your pup dies, you must not think that is the end for you. There are people and dogs who need you and your love and who will love you. Look around and don’t give up. Offer your love to someone who needs to be loved and/or to a needy dog, even now. God will guide you.

  84. Virginia:

    Thank you for sharing with us about your loss. My heart goes out to you…

    We recently had our Precious put to sleep because of her age and poor health. We had her for 19 years. She was as her name – Precious. It was by far the hardest thing to do. Then to bring her little body home and bury her. I will just say that it was a very, very, very sad day.

    But I found peace in that she was loved and gave love. We will always have her in our hearts. She outlived all of her puppies. How many stories can 19 years hold?

    We are and always will be dog people. The minutes of happiness always outweigh the days of sadness. That is what you have to hang on to – those puppy dog smiles that say – I LOVE YOU!

    lastly – I am not into breeds. I love them all! We have always had small dogs. Then Penny showed up at our house one day 3 years ago (90 pounds of love). Penny thinks she is little around our other two little ones – Kane and Bit!

    Lastly, go get you a tail wagging new friend! I am absolutely certain that there is one that is waiting on you (right this minute) to show up!



  85. I lost my best friend of 8 years last year. There isn’t one day where I don’t think of her and relive the memories we had in my head. The feeling was overwhelming for me when she had passed. I thought I honestly couldn’t go on. The bond a human being can have with their pet can honestly be inseparable. I know there is a heaven for animals and I believe I have a guardian angel watching over me, waiting for when it is my time. I understand God has a time for all of us. I’m just thankful for all the time and opportunities I had with my best friend. Thank you for creating this article, it really made me reflect my past and bring back positive memories I’ll have with me forever. God has a plan for all of us, even pets too! He is the way.

  86. i Lost my hero TOMMY who was about twelve :'(
    He was so special that i buried him im my yard :'(
    We’ve shared lots of great moments together :'(
    We used to go to the river together everyday where he would swim 🙂
    Swimming at the river was his favourite sport 🙂
    Everyday he’ll wait for me and he integrated our family so much that he even started sleeping next to my bed for the last one year of his life :'(
    During his illness and we were heading to the veterinary, he laid his body on me in the car, like if telling me THANK YOU A LOT dear :'(
    He knew he wouldn’t survive his illness and he knew i’ve done everything to save him :'(
    Nowadays, even you’re not here , you still stay in my heart :'(
    I do have FOUR dogs but you can see how my love for dogs have been :'(
    Your favourite partner among them (Roxy) was in love with you, as you did for her 🙂
    She misses you too :'(
    Rest in peace TOMMY :'(
    We’ll always love you :'(

  87. @Mike S – I can’t even image the mental state your mother was in, but I am horrified that you and your pup had to experience that! I’m not a huggy-type of person, but I’m sending you a spiritual hug, and my pups are sending you some spiritual cuddles and kisses!

    I come from a dachshund family. My parents had two ‘kids’ before they brought me into this world. I remember the oldest, Kenny, but I don’t remember his death. I do remember coming home from school the day Muffin died. It was years after her death before I could think of her and not cry. As a family, we waited several years before getting another dog, Little Bits. Shortly after, we adopted a homeless cat. I had left the house, finished years of active duty military, and was in college when my mother called to say she was sick. She died later that same day. It’s been many years since then and I still tear up thinking about her. In the meantime, I’ve adopted two of my own. They’re both getting up in the years and I’m already dreading their loss. One in particular is my “once in a lifetime” dog, and I know I’ll be mentally devastated when she’s gone. I definitely understand @Lily’s take on it and I’m not sure how long I’ll stick around after my pups are gone. I’m okay with that, even if the rest of the world isn’t.

    While we’ve always had dachshunds, they’ve been as different from each other as I am from any of my other family members. We’ve had full sized and minis and we’ve had reds, blacks, and dapples, so their looks have all been as unique as humans are. More importantly, they’ve had common characteristics, but unique personalities. I definitely think of myself as a dachshund person, but I’ve never actually met a dog I didn’t like, so if I meet a dog of another breed at the right time, I would certainly be willing to consider changing up the family affiliation. But if I explicitly go looking for a replacement, I’ll look first to dachshunds in need.

  88. It is very moving reading all these comments. thank you Virginia for writing here and opening up a space for so many to share their stories. I am so sorry for the loss of your dear puppy ands I am glad that your friends and family have been supportive- this makes such a difference.

    At the moment I am facing the future loss of my beautiful dog Bonnie who has been my heart dog since I first saw her as a puppy. She is 11 and has cancer. She is currently well but it is aggressive and I know our time is limited.
    But the reason I am writing now is because of what happened to my first cat many years ago. I was 16 and he had walked into my life at a lonely and difficult time for me. He was a young ginger male and he quickly became my closest friend. I named him Steppanwolf. One evening I let him out into the garden after feeding him his dinner. He had looked up at me and miaowed so I have him a little extra which was unusual for both of us. Thank goodness I did this as he then ran out onto the road and was knocked down. This happened 40 years ago and I still remember the date and exactly what my brother said to me when he came to give me the news. I was totally devastated and cried myself to sleep for many weeks. I don’t think that even my animal-friendly family had any idea how deep was my grief. I think things have changed now, I hope so. It is so important that people write about this and share it in public. This can only increase understanding. I think the shock of losing an animal in an accident changes the grief as well. I have lost animals after illness or in old age and although it has been devastating the grief is softened somewhat by the knowledge that at last they are not suffering. The loss is agony but the shock is muted. Accidents cause loss and shock and disbelief and its a hard road to travel. Love to you both and to all those who have found their way here. I imagine we all know what it is like.

    1. A week or so ago I commented on my basset hound Fred. He has cancer of the anal gland and lymph nodes. I found out 7 weeks ago via a routine checkup. They said 4 – 6 months. Well cancer of the anal gland is VERY aggressive.
      He was mostly OK up thru yesterday. Went to the vet tonight and he said the time has come. It has only been 7 weeks. We took him home to say goodbye. Tomorrow (12/05) at 6:30 PM we go back there. His suffering will be over. How long will my heartache last? Is there any cure?

      1. Filet mignon for Fred tonight. I am so sorry for you Bob. I recently lost two dogs and was heartbroken, still am. It never goes away but after months I can at least smile when I get a lump in my throat when I think of my dogs in doggie heaven. I tell myself that when they died they went to sit on the lap of a child who died the same day. It makes me feel a little better. I now have beside me a new dog that is full of kisses. While she is no replacement, nor ever will be, she is a new vibrabt young life in my home and we will build a string of memories together just like I have done many times before. You will smile again, albeit with the lump. Thinking of you, Amy

        1. update and conclusion for Fred. Last night we went to the vets. He said it was time to put him down. I took him home so the family could say goodbye. When we got home he could no longer stand, eat or drink. The vet gave me 3 things of meds I gave him one at 9. His breathing had become labored. He was crying and moaning. He was going down hill.
          I gave him another at 4. I knew I had to call the doc at 7 AM and push up his final visit. I was to meet him at 9 AM.
          I asked the doc if it was ok to give him the final dose I had and he said sure. That was adminstered at 7:10. (We had taken turns lying down in the bed with him) As I went to tell my wife he’d have to leave in 10 minutes – she said he stopped breathing. We looked – he was still breathing a little. A moment later she said it gain, he took one final breath and was gone.
          IMO he wanted to die at home with us. I had told him weeks ago how much I dreaded what I had to do (take him for the final ride).

          I believe both Fred and God understood. I know someday I will see him again.

  89. Oh Bob, I’m so sorry to hear about Fred. There’s no cure except time. Give him lots of hugs today, and take some photos. You’ll be glad you have them later. All the best to you and your family.

  90. Hi, Virginia ( and Randal),

    I am so sorry for your loss – I cannot even fathom losing a dog so young, so suddenly and so tragically. I’ve been fortunate enough to see my dogs through to old age, but the losses are still so painful. I am in a similar boat as you and working through a very recent loss of my beloved pit bull, Victoria. She was one of my four rescues, and I was so fortunate to have her for over 11.5 years – I estimate she was at least 13 years old, but had the nature of a puppy. I’ve never loved anyone (human or animal) as much as I loved her.

    My boyfriend and I created sort of a Brady Bunch of dogs – two of mine, one of his and another we adopted as a senior as all of our dogs were up in years. 2013 dealt us a harsh blow as we lost each of our original three this year (ages 15, 14 and V at 13). As we lost one we had another few to comfort us, but with Victoria gone we cannot begin to believe we are down to one dog – and so quickly. We were actually very interested in adding a third dog to the family, but V got sick so suddenly that we realized the last few weeks needed my full focus on her.

    The house is so empty these last couple of days that I am itching to get another, yet at the same time, my grief for her is so deep. I want to get another pit bull since their need for homes is so great. But the bond I had with Victoria holds me back in a way that I don’t think I’ll ever be ready. I don’t want to put an expectation on the new dog and think she’ll be just like the one I lost. Someone commented that you get the same breed and pretty soon it will seem like the same dog. While all my other dogs were of various mixed breeds, no two were the same and every dog is an individual. I am committed to rescue, so I am sure I will get another, but the three dogs we lost were so perfect and fit into our lives so well, that the hesitation hangs over me.

    I do hope you bring home another dog when you are ready to help complete your family again. And maybe consider a rescue dog – there are breed specific rescues always in need of experienced adopters. I hope it helps heal your heart. Thanks so much for writing this wonderful piece.

  91. It has only been 2 days since I had to put my 14-year-old rescue pit bull to sleep. I am in agony, it is hell just walking in to the empty house. The kids and I have started ‘talking’ to her in a desperate effort not to fall part in our grief. She was the soul of this family and in the past 2 years, her needs and care came first with all of us.

    Every time I pass her empty basket the finality/the horror of euthanasia/the memory of her last day of liver failure just fill me with a deep sense of ‘pointlessness’. I was not diligent enough of her health in the past 2 weeks and it cost her her life.

    I want her back. Just for one more day to say goodbye in peace.
    I cannot imagine having another dog. I only want her old face, her traits, her old bark. I feel I would diminish her importance by getting another dog.

    1. Tina!

      I am so sorry for your loss. Reading your post made me feel like I was reading my own thoughts in so many ways. I lost my girl on Tuesday, and I’m still in shock and disbelief. I just discovered she was ill a couple weeks ago and it all happened so fast. I blame myself in many ways, too, but I am sure you did the best you could for her. I also wish I could turn back the clock and give my girl a more peaceful send off – she was in so much pain and I’m haunted by it. I am committed to rescuing dogs, so I know I want another, but she was so perfect that I can’t imagine loving another. And I don’t want to diminish her memory or put expectations on another dog to live up to what she was to me.

      Try to take it easy and not blame yourself. It is so hard not to, I know. But focus on what you shared – what we share with them is so beautiful and special and can never be taken away.

  92. Hi
    I just lost my beloved Rosie four days ago. The grief is overwhelming. I had her for thirteen wonderful years. She saw me through my single years, marriage, children, loss of my father (to whom she was a treasured friend through his decline with Alzheimer’s) and so much more. This dog was a gift from god. When I was single and alone I had some trust issues and was afraid to love…she taught me to love and trust again and now I am blessed to have my husband and two daughters. But our family has always been five. Any trips any outings…Rosie was included. Our girls are young four and six and have reassured me Rosie is with grandpa in heaven. I hear them, but in my heart, there is a hole. I loved Rosie so much. My first pet and I never knew or understood the love for animals. I felt so close to her and I miss her so much. Another pet….I can’t answer that. There will never be another Rosie. I found an article about a little boy who lost his dog. When the family was sitting together afterwards someone commented how sad it is dogs live such shorter lives compared to humans…the little boy piped up he knew why, humans have to live longer to learn how to be happy and be nice, dogs are already born to love and be nice so they don’t need to live as long. Unconditional love….a dog….my Rosie….I grieve quietly as most don’t understand the impact of losing your pet. Someone said after they heard Rosie passed, well it is not as if it was a family member or your child. No it was not my child but definately a family member. Thank you for letting me have a voice. Jennifer.

    1. (Jennifer) Your comment that Rosie was family is so true. they always give you a smile when you need one. I cringe when I think of losing any one of mine. we have also been through loss with many. Each one is different and fills a void in our lives. Just like the little boy said, the love they share teaches us. signed Randy & Penny & Little Bit and Kane…

  93. I am so sorry for the loss of your sweet pup. I came across your wonderful article because of my need to read about how to deal with the loss of a pet. Last Wednesday, January 15, we lost our very sweet girl, our weimaraner Wendy, suddenly from bloat. She would’ve turned 12 on April 1st.

    She was our first child, having gotten her two years before our first child was born. We have three children ages 9, 8 and 6 who all grew up loving her and enjoying her as their big sister. Wendy was a wonderful dog – so loving, kind, attentive and so sweet. In all the years she had to share the house with the kids, not once has she growled at them or bared her teeth at them. Not even when the kids would dip their fingers in her food bowl while she was eating, take her toys from her mouth by force, not even when my two year old decided to body slam into her while she was sleeping. She loved those kids beyond words and they loved her unconditionally back.

    Wendy was diagnosed with diabetes a few months after she turned 10 and over the next year and a half, cataracts formed in her eyes that robbed her of most of her sight and recurrent bladder infections would rob her of her dignity from having “accidents” around the house. But throughout all of that, because she loved as so much, she forced herself to stay – even when her poor, tired body was showing signs of age. So after starting her dinner on Wednesday night, I noticed that she has not touched her food, only her water. Wendy is not known to leave even one kibble in her bowl so I knew immediately that something was wrong. Then I noticed her swollen belly, called the vet and rushed her to the animal ER immediately with my three children in two. My husband was thankfully able to meet us there, having just arrived from a business trip. It was in there that we learned that she indeed is suffering from bloat and the only treatment to reverse it was invasive surgery to untwist her stomach. We decided not to have our sweet girl go through that much pain. We did the kindest, most unselfish thing we can do for her – put her down peacefully. We gathered the children, told them that Wendy needed to stay at the hospital and asked them to hug and kiss her goodnight, not knowing that it would be the last time. I too, said my goodbyes, having decided that my husband would be the one to stay with her during the process. Our angel grew her dog wings peacefully that night, while in the arms of her loving daddy.

    We told the children the next day that she passed away peacefully in her sleep and they are devastated. We told them that Wendy was lucky to have such wonderful siblings who loved and adored her and that they were equally as lucky having a dog who loved them unconditionally.

    My husband and I decided that we will eventually get another weimaraner – when the time is right. The time will be right when enough time has passed that it wouldn’t hurt as much when we think about her. She was with us for almost 12 years. We need to go through the whole process of grieving and healing before we open up our hearts and home to another. Wendy deserves that.

    1. Your next loving dog will be led to y0ou when the time is right. You won’t have to go look for it. We had two dogs, and had not planned on getting another,but our newest little guy was led to us and we just had to take him. Almost 6 weeks to the day later, our beloved Libby Lu was suddenly taken ill and could not be helped, and we had to let her go. Little Man in no way replaces her, Our big dog Hunter is still grieving for her, 6 months after. but Little Man has in his own way helped fill a hole in our hearts. an d made Libby’s passing just a hair easier, though we still miss her terribly. I wish you well, enough, and great joy.

  94. I can’t tell you how much these words about Rosie mean to me. My own siblings never called to offer their condolences or even acknowledge her loss. I always felt Rosie was our first child. My husband and I met later in life, he a confirmed 45 year old bachelor who fell in love with the dog and then the girl (we actually joke about that). Rosie was special. My husband learned about unconditional love and responsibility of caring for another vulnerable family member (Rosie). She accepted our children without jealousy when others told us she would hurt them..we knew. Rosie had a special relationship with each of my girls. She slept with our six year old for part of the night as she knew she was a bit afraid of sleeping alone and she got into trouble with our four year old that always led to getting Rosie cookies. She knew just what to do. I worried as she grew ill that I included her too much in our family as our girls always talked about Rosie as being in the family. How would her loss impact them? I underestimated my girls. One week ago today we celebrated Rosie’s 13th birthday, and yes we did have a party with my girls making cards for her and I made a homemade dinner and dog birthday cake..we did all of this not knowing we would lose her the next day. My six year old told me god gave us that day so Rosie could leave this world having a wonderful day with her family. I was right…Rosie is their family and its okay if others think we are weird and even correct us and tell us she was just a dog, to us, she is a family member and her life and passing are teaching my girls and me so much about life and respecting all life. It what we perceive as important to us and who we consider family. How could we not consider a dog who loved us all, watched over us, waited for us everyday to come home, greeted us with her tail wagging and a toy, and gave the best cuddles and kisses ever by a dog….yes she is our family. Rosie was so much …Thank you for letting me express my love for my Rosie. Jennifer

    1. Oh Jennifer! I am so sorry for your loss! It seems like we lost both our girls within days of each other (please see my original comment above yours – dated 1/19). I understand how you feel – the pain is blinding at times, the wound so raw. Our house is so empty without the pitter patter of her paws on the hardwood floors and too quiet without the squeaks that she would make playing with her toys. I’ve forced myself to begin the healing process – for the good of the family. I’ve given each of my children little keepsakes of her things – one of her collars to each of them, her toys, even her bed. The latter was a request from my 9 year old who said that she wants to keep Wendy’s bed under her bed so she can always feel her presence when she is asleep. At the moment, I am spending some time gathering up the hundreds of photos of Wendy we accumulated over the years and turning into a memory book for the kids. Seeing the photos of our beloved weimaraner – from puppyhood, to when each of the were born, to the final days of life, gives them a little comfort knowing how much she was loved by all of us.

      I truly believe that time will heal all wounds – even ones as big as our loss. We will never forget Wendy, she will never be replaced. We only hope that one day, when we’ve mourned her enough, and when we’re ready, we will once again open our hearts and home to another dog. Thinking of you and your family during this difficult time. If you ever need to talk about it, I would be happy to volunteer. Goodness knows that I need to grieve with someone too. Please email me through my business email help@lizzieizziejames.com and I will give you my personal email after that.

  95. I am so sorry for your lost and thank you for sharing your story. I lost my beloved Benji, a fun loving miniature poodle on January 16, 2004. It has been a week and my heart is still hurting so bad. I miss his presence in the house. He has just turned one year old. He ran out the house and headed to a busy highway. We were able to retrieve the body and laid him to rest in our backyard where I can see it from my kitchen. He was a part of our family. He loved my family unconditionally. I love him and miss him dearly.

    1. (Ester) I am so sorry you loss Benji. What a heart breaking thing to happen. Thank you for sharing your loss. You are among friends here that know your pain. I too have 3 little graves in my back yard that can be seen from our kitchen window. But each one still lives in my heart and I am a better person for having known their little wagging tail smiles. I also have 3 more that demand my attention (scratch by ear, throw the ball, give me a treat) and get it… God Bless Ester and Family, Randy

    2. Oh Ester – I am so sorry to hear about Benji. I feel the same pain as I just lost my weimaraner of 12 years last week (1/15) as well (see my post from 1/19 above). This is a testament to the fact that it doesn’t matter how long we have our dogs – be it one month, one year or 16 years – they still make an imprint on our hearts and leave that piece broken when they are gone. It sounds like you gave Benji a wonderful home and family. He was lucky to have you and you him – even in the short time that he was in your life.

  96. We lost our golden retriever today. A 15 year old female that gave so much to everyone, and a true part of our little family. As a “dad” to her i feel a lot of pain for not being home when she passed. After all those years of care i feel that i let her down at the very end, knowing she was feeling very sick today, but i left to do some things. Her age makes it a little easier to realize her time was gone, but leaving her alone will take time to reconcile.

    1. I’m sorry for your loss, Rob. You and your dog are equally lucky having all those years together. I know all too well the pain of losing a beloved dog as we lost ours just two weeks ago. The first few days are the toughest but soon you will find that it gets a little better each day. Allowing yourself time to cry helps…

  97. Thank you so much for sharing your story, your research and your sorrow. My heart is with you. On Jan. 25/14 we had our 15 yr. old Jack russell euthanized. He was suffering. Vomiting, incontinent, blond, deaf, unable to settle down, pacing constantly and very distraught. My husband and I agreed that keeping him alive was unkind and selfish. I am now distraught with grief. It is the little things that trigger me into despair. A dog hair on the cushion, no one to share my toast with, I even reach down to pat him and of course he isn’t there. Our dog was part of who we are, we body mapped our lives with him. Now I am empty. It’s strange that we grieve more over the deaths of our dogs than we have over our human relatives. I wonder why?

    I will not deny the pangs of missing our beloved dog but as he was a fun loving terrier I will embrace the joy he brought into our lives. We are blest to have had 15 yrs. with him. “It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all”. Hugs to all who going through the death of a beloved pet.

  98. I stumbled across this post during a sleepless night struggling to make sense of the very very recent loss of my 16 month old Rhodesisn Ridgeback. My Balius died in similar tragic circumstances and both my husband and I (and our whole family really) were so unprepared for his loss.

    Balius was my first dog, but was my husbands 3rd Ridgeback. I fell in love with the excited puppy he was and the gently living giant he had grown into.

    I am still crying at the drop of a hat and haven’t been able to pack away his bed, toys or dishes yet, or vacuum the rug he lay upon for his morning nap, but I know I will get there.

    I finished work to take maternity leave 2 months after bringing Balius home with us and had 2 months home together before being blessed with our beautiful daughter. I have not yet returned to work and Balius was my constant companion every single day for the past year, and it was a joy to watch the bond between him and my daughter strengthen.

    I do hope to have another ridgeback in the future but feel heartbroken at that same thought, because the new dog won’t be Balius and I miss him so much.

    I hope that now, 3 months on, things are easier for you Virginia. This grief business is the worst!

  99. I’d like to sincerely thank you, Sahra, and the dozens of other commenters on this thread. Writing this piece and reading all of these heartfelt responses has been one of the most gratifying and touching experiences I’ve had with the blog.

    I’d also like to give a happy update: Last Friday, on Valentine’s Day, my husband and I got another puppy, Crosby. He’s similar to Conan in many ways (same breed, coloring, sex, size) but has a surprisingly different personality, too. Dogs are wonderful, aren’t they? I hope all of you going through the pain of losing one will one day try again.

    1. I have had 3 dogs now, and my experience has been that your dog finds you when the timing is right. When we first went to the pound to get a dog, I told them I didn’t want a great big dog, nor did I want a little yappy ankle-biter. So they gave me one of each! *LOL* They gave me a Lab/pointer mix who had been a stray and weighed 51 lbs. Nice medium sized dogs with dinner-plate-sized paws! I should have known! The first 4 months we had him he gained 40 lbs! A year or so later, we went to get a companion-dog for him. That time we got a Beagle/Chihuahua mix, about 25 lbs. Both times when we went, we looked at al the dogs they had, and in both cases the dog immediately bonded with my nephew, who is very much an alpha male. On their advice, I am the one who feed and tries to train them, otherwise I think I’d be chopped liver! *chuckle* They both eventually bonded with me too, though he is still the favorite. Then last summer Nephew commented that we should get a chihuahua, as his girlfriend has chihuahuas, and we’d need to find out if our two would accept a chihuahua so we’d know if it would be safe for her to bring hers with her when she comes to visit. I said I’d think about it, and dismissed it from my mind. Just a few days later I saw a photo of a beautiful long-haired chihuahua who had been found as a stray by the local rescue group. They were looking for a foster home for him for over Memorial Day Weekend as their normal fosters were going to be out of town. I showed the picture to my nephew, saying that would be one way to find out how our two would accept a chihuahua without actually being committed to adopt it. Well the new little guy bonded with my nephew like super-glue the mmoment they brought him and inserted himself into the whole family as if he’d been born there, so we had to keep him! Almost 6 weeks to the day later, the Beagle/Chihuahua mix suddenly began to have grand mal seizures that would not stop, and had to be put to sleep due to irreversible brain damage. We wee devastated! And the big dog grieves even more than we do. But the new little guy has done his best to help fill the void. He makes the big dog play with him, sleeps with my nephew, tells me when it is time to get up and go to bed, and even will come and get me if he decides my nephew has overslept! *LOL* So he has helped a lot, and had we not had him before Libby died, I doubt we’d have had the courage yet to get another dog. So “your” new dog will tell you who he is and when the time to get him will be. My thoughts are with you, andI wish you well when the time comes.

  100. So sorry for your loss. It surely is a loss not everyone can relate to. I had never been a pet or dog person until I got a little black Peek a Pooh for my daughter shortly after I married the 2nd time in 1988. He gave me such compassion for all animals and after living to be 13 I had to have him put down due to severe kidney disease. He was by then “my” little boy because my daughter had grown up and moved out. I didn’t think I wanted to ever go through such pain ever again. As the weeks went by I wanted to fill the void in my life and for a Valentine’s day present my husband got me my sought for Shih tzu pup. He was the most precious little pup and he was mine from the beginning till the recent end. I didn’t realize I could love another dog so much and at that time I also didn’t have a grandchild, so he was totally my baby. After our only granddaughter came along I was a little afraid of him being jealous of her, so I introduced him to her gradually as she began to lay on the floor and start to crawl. She’s grown up with him and is a great loss to her also. He survivied extensive kidney stone surgery 2 1/2 yrs ago and at that time we found out he had a heart mumur, but the vet didn’t seem it would cause a problem later. I’ve read since that sometimes heart mumors can eventually lead to congestive heart failure which did happen to my precious dog. After 8 months of a lot of medication to keep him happy, comfortable and thriving he suddenly went down hill and passed away this Valentine’s day morning. My family of 4, me, my husband, daughter and granddaughter were there with him at the vet, but he had already started passing in my lap, so I was the only one in the room when the doctor administered only a small amount of medicine to help his little heart stop. We stood around him and stroked his little furry body. My daughter and I cried with all our heart. My little 7 yr old granddaughter thought she shouldn’t cry because her Paw Paw wasn’t crying, but she did cry. When we got home my granddaughter helped me gather his toys and put them in a box, throw out things that aren’t needed anymore and I let her decide what to keep out in his memory. I posted his passing on facebook and got some very warm and thoughtful responses, but it being Valentine’s day it was overshadowed some by other people’s pictures. I have since posted a few more pictures where others that didn’t know would see. This morning was the hardest so far for me it being a week since his passing. No one really knows how bad I’m hurting. I tell my husband how much I miss Dusty and he will say “I know you do”, but he hasn’t reacted to Dusty’s death like he did our other dog that he was more attached to. My daughter has been of some support, but my little granddaughter seems to want to hold it in and not show any emotion and doesn’t quite understand when she still occasionally start to tear up. No, it’s not like the outpouring support when a human in your family passes away, but the grief is still there. My husband and I both agreed due to my limited health mobility and coming close to retirement that we wouldn’t get another dog, but I find myself looking at them on the internet. I hope this will soon pass. I did find a way to make a memorial to wear of my little Dusty. I saved some of his hair from a brush and ordered a floating charm memory locket with dog charms and will put a lock of his hair in it. Creating it online helped me stay away from looking at dogs for at least one day and even if I don’t wear the locket very long, I will have it as a forever reminder of my beloved “Sir Dusty Valentine”. Thanks for this site, it helps to vent my grief.

  101. In correction of my posting above regarding my dog Dusty. I meant to say, “when I still want to tear up”. Unfortunately my granddaughter told me when she feels like crying over dusty she just sucks it up. I let her know that it’s OK to cry. I won’t press the issue because all of us of all ages have to deal with grief in our own way and she is doing just that.

  102. A beautiful, thought-provoking and insightful article. Related to this, there is a phenomenon I call “the Dead House feeling,” after working with many clients as a psychotherapist with a special focus on Pet Grief. This is the feeling of emptiness when there is no animal to come home to. I discuss it in my blog post here: http://joydavy2013.wordpress.com/ Yet, getting another animal companion “too soon” can be problematic, too….

    1. Joy Davis, As I posted earlier here, God led our next dog to us about 6 weeks before our middle dog died. As this was my first experience with losing a pet, I would not have known when or if the time would come to get another dog, but that choice was thankfully removed from our hands. We were all devastated by Libby Lu’s loss , and I still think my oldest dog, Hunter, is somewhat depressed. However, yesterday when the weather was warm enough for the dogs to be let out into the yard for more than 5 minutes, I noticed him and Little Man, the new dog, playing chase with each other. Seeing that made me stop and think, and I realized how much Little Man has actually contributed to helping all of us heal from this. So don’t stress over when or if to acquire another pet. Your new pet will find you when the time is right. Now my Hunter is beginning to show signs of age, graying at the muzzle, etc. and I am going to have to prepare myself for the fact that he won’t be around forever either. As he was my first dog, this will be even harder. Any tips on that?

  103. Virginia and Randal,
    Thank you for posting your story online. I recently lost our beloved dog of 13 years and reading this has been so helpful to me. I really appreciate it. I’m glad to hear you have a new puppy in your life to bring you a new happiness. I never knew how much my old dog would impact me, and how we changed over the years. I decided to write it down and I hope you all enjoy. I call it The Would Be Soldier:
    You came into our lives ready for duty
    I brought you into our home to carry out a mission
    Guard our prized possession at all cost
    Fulfill your duty because you can and will be replaced

    You never missed a beat
    You guarded those three little guys with your life
    Anyone who doubted this would be met with a frightening growl and lots of teeth
    “No one comes near my loved ones” you must have thought

    You stayed at your post all night long watching intently at every sound
    Like a true soldier you were always ready for battle
    “If you come in this house you’re coming through me” you must have thought

    You weren’t a perfect soldier by any means
    Knocked over trash cans, food off the counter, an occasional growl at a friend
    But like a good soldier, you were always there when we needed you

    The years went by and you were as faithful and reliable as they come
    Your prized possession was all grown up now and your mission was near complete
    The years were catching up to you, and you knew the day was coming soon

    You never showed weakness, brave and loyal to the end
    We sat there with you as was only fitting for our brave old friend
    Your mission was complete, your prize is grown and safe, and it was time to go

    But what happened to the soldier I brought home simply to carry out a mission
    The one that we were going to teach ended up teaching us
    For he really was no soldier at all, but an irreplaceable piece of our heart which is now gone

    I was the last to walk out the room when you left
    I talked to you one last time and said something I may never have said
    I told you I loved you and meant it with all my heart
    You had taught me the true relationship between a man and his dog

  104. We lost our baby of 2 years 6 months on the 20th jan. He was playing and healthy just let out two yelps and was gone.To say we were devastated is putting it mildly we fell apart. You see we moved abroad and he settled us in my husband ,son and myself he was a ball of black fur with black eyes so cute. We sat and cried could not eat or go out for days it just devastated our life and Paddy will or can never be replaced. My reaction was I will never get another dog and go through this again too much pain and heartache. When a few days later we seen a puppy on the Internet just like Paddy we were a little unsure but my husband said let’s go get him but the problem was he was a 9 hour drive away but both he and my son drove there and back to get him. We were very nervous when we got him and brought him to the vet the next day for a check up as my hubby did not think the place they had picked him up was a very nice breeder and he was right the poor little mite had all sorts wrong and he was on antibiotics for 4 weeks after we brought him home. I even called the police to look into the breeder we had purchased him from as they had other puppies there and I was worried about them . The sheriff was great and assured me they would check this woman out.We called him Johnjo and he will never be Paddy but we love him with all our heart and were meant to save this little man who has done wonders to help us cope with the loss of Paddy. Sometimes things are meant to happen while I never wanted another doggy Johnjo needed help and Love and that’s what he got. He follows me around from room to room wherever I am he is sitting beside me like a guardian angel taking care of me. He is not Paddy who we talk about every day but he is loved as much and for the few weeks we have him he has brought so much joy and has helped us heal from our broken hearts.

    1. (Mags)
      I am a dog person (I have 4 rescues) and I was sorry to hear of your loss, but I am happy to hear of your new companion. Thank you for sharing…

      (Paul) awesome poem! thanks!!!!


  105. Hi there, all I can say is wow and thank you. My dog was killed instantly by a car and we live down a very quiet street. I have been in disbelief and shock ever since, and at the same time been yearning for another puppy. Reading this has helped me heal and I will probably keep re-reading it until I am able to get another puppy. Thanks again.

  106. I can relate to all of this. We lost our beloved Mn Schnauzers last May.
    A person broke into our home and murdered our Hugh & Stella. Since then I have been in therapy and on medication to cope with what they say is PTSD. It has been a long road and far from over. We did get another puppy, a different breed this time, we just could not stand the quiet home. Finn brings us a lot of joy and makes us smile again. Thank you for sharing.

    1. Oh Amanda – I am so sorry! I remember reading about an article on your dogs on the examiner. I am glad that they caught him – may he get the punishment he deserves. Your sweet dogs knew you loved them very much and the wonderful memories you have of them, no one can take away. My weimaraner Wendy bloated suddenly last January and we had to let her go. My heart still hurts and I am hoping that one day, just like you, we can open our hearts to another beloved dog.

  107. My corgi Oliver, which I can say was my once-in-a-lifetime friend, passed away last Sunday, March 16th from getting into a zip lock bag of food that I thought was thrown away. He had a history of getting into our trash when we are away so I made the habit of taking out our trash before we leave somewhere every time. My boyfriend and I left for work, and we put a cone on him now because he constantly licks himself and gets hot spots easily…he was fine and happy, and had enough water. We both get home, and we don’t hear his usual barking when we open the gate, and horrifically we find him laying on his favorite sleeping spot, lifeless with a sandwich zip lock bag over his snout. I had adopted him in 2011 and he was supposed to turn 8 this year…I am completely devastated. I have been crying every morning, feeling guilty…asking why, feeling like I should’ve been more careful…I’ve always read about cutting bags when you throw them away, and keeping your trash in a closed bin, but I’ve always felt that I was careful, that it surely wouldn’t happen to my Oliver, and unfortunately it did.

    This page makes me feel less lonely and grief-stricken that accidents do happen, I am still getting over the fact that it happened, although subconsciously I just feel that it’s as if my Oliver had gone missing/ran away from home and will come back soon.

    Life gives you lessons and this is just one of the hardest but shall be ingrained in my head forever. For all those pet parents that have recently lost their fur babies, I pray for peace for all of you as well as myself. My boyfriend is already trying to adopt another dog to keep me and our cat company when I am alone at home, she is a 3 year old black lab who is a total sweetheart and matches our lifestyle, and as bittersweet as this sounds I cannot wait to spend time with her.

    We do so many things to prevent the worst/inevitable to our pets from supplements, timely vet check ups, keeping them happy as best as we can…but we cannot prevent what God wants to do. I believe Oliver is playing, frapping everywhere and enjoying the hills of Heaven…but waiting. I hope he is waiting, because I honestly cannot wait to see him again.

  108. I believe this article,not one second or one minute or a week and the 5 months that have passed have gotten better. Our 15 year old Yorkshire had to be put down from cancer and everything about life is just grey. It is hard to get up,hard to talk to people, hard to breathe! The pain of loosing your most loved friend I think damages you and you have to suffer with the loss until you die also

  109. Hi Becki:

    I have four little ones buried out back that always reminds me og their love and loyalty. It is with that I smile in knowing we both shared that. Their lives were well lived as was mine for having known them. It is that that I find solace. But there are so many out there that will still bring a smile to your heart. When you are ready…

    p.s. but don’t wait to long… 😉

    God Bless

  110. From the perspective of a ripe old age, I suggest getting another one or two pets as soon as one can following the loss of a pet. This will not “replace” the lost pet. What it will do is bring focus on “another” back into your life. As I sit typing this, Lily, our 8 year old Bombay cat is sitting on my knee, purring and patting my hand and arm. Two months after having our 17 year old big black cat, Magnus, put down, we realized we needed another cat in our lives. Lily is NOTHING like Magnus. She is very dependent and needy; Magnus was independent but loving. But Lily once more brings joy into our lives, and her loud purr comments upon our days.

    When my service dog had to retire early because of health problems, I wasn’t sure for a couple of months, if I even wanted to get another, much as I need a service dog. A few sessions on a telesupport group helped me understand that while no animal will take the place of another, there is always room in one’s heart for another – just as there was always room in our hearts for another child. So I am applying for another service dog. And I know the new one will never take the place of the other one, but will be it’s own self and have it’s own place in our lives.

  111. I had never had a small dog, then a few years ago, I received a rescued chihuahua. She was one pound and two months old when I received her. She is up to 5 and 1/2 pounds now. I was devastated when I found she had hemangiosarcoma, usually only found in large dogs. I cried in public everywhere for at least two weeks, and had problems sleeping at night. I tried to remind myself of people more terrible life problems, lost children, severe illness, etc…it did not help much as our feelings are pretty selfishly directed to ourselves.

    She had five courses of chemo, and surprisingly is still alive 15 months after her last chemo. How long she lives is questionable, but at least I still have her. I suppose the tiny size of her has evoked my most protective instincts. I also was devastated just months before her diagnosis when my beloved husky boy died of a congential illness. He was sweetness itself. I had rescued him from the pound as a disabled (had only three legs) dog.

    Is it worse since I have no children? Only those who have had children and suffer pet losses can answer that question perhaps. Thank you for this article.

  112. I have never done this before..added to a long list of messages on grief. Three weeks ago my Chihuahua/terrier cross was killed by a car. And yes it could of been prevented IF the pizza delivery guy had closed the gate to the yard. He didn’t and when Ancho finally went out after all day refusing (the rain was coming down) he ran right out. Gone no more than 5-10 minutes, when he didn’t come to the door when called, my husband and I started calling and looking for him outside of the house and yard. My husband found his body on the far lane of a bordering busy street. His poor little head had been crushed.

    I have dealt with animals death a lot as has my husband (we are both veterinarians). We have lost beloved cats, but not suddenly like this. And Ancho was our first dog. And dogs are very different from cats. They love you in a demanding and in your face kind of way. I don’t know how long is too long to grieve (if there is such a thing). The violent way of his death, the suddenness and the hole that is left in our home and of course hearts…it is sometimes too much to bear. Even our Siamese cat who did not like him seems to miss him. She definitely knows that something is wrong and is sticking to us a lot.

    The only thing that could of prevented this is going back in time and not ordering that pizza or not letting him out etc…but that train of thought is just too damaging too caustic and not helpful. We will have some type of “ceremony” and I know that will help.

    But for now it is hard to be home. I see him on the desk watching me come to the front door and home, expect him to snuggle with me at night, and deliriously wag his tail and lick my face raw. Can’t get away from it. And I do think that the traumatic suddenness of it is heartbreaking, and worse than loosing them from illness or end of life. You were not able to say goodbye. You weren’t able to tell them for that last time how so very much you love them, how they make your life so happy.

    We re both so sad and so lonely without him.

  113. Just wondering what you did?? Did you adopt again? Just lost our 14 month old golden retriever pup. Absolutely devastated. He ate a cane toad(vet thinks) did all the right things by wiping mouth out etc when I noticed symptoms and rushing to vet, but by time got to vet he had collapsed and his heart eventually failed. Still in shock and going to be a long time before I deal with it, but huge void has been created since he has gone and we are looking at getting another pup, just not sure when time will be right. ** Just a side note to say that our property has toads everywhere and he never went for them before and we taught our other older dog, that did go for them, to leave them alone, he must just of been bored. Now will be paranoid with next dog. I know you can’t wrap them in cottonwool just feel in some way to blame 

  114. I just found this web site today. I lost my beloved Miniature Schnauzer “Frita” on Tuesday. She was 14 and went within a week. I have had the honor to be her Dad her whole life. She was under the care of UC Davis and died peacefully while she was sleeping. Her heart just stopped. I am a pilot and was coming home the day she died. It kills me that I wasn’t there when my love passed. The pain is tremendous and trying to figure out how I’m going to do life without her. Worst pain I have ever experienced. I know time heals all wounds but this seriously sucks. 🙁

    1. Randy Hill – I am so sorry for your loss. I feel your pain. It is not only hard to lose a beloved pet but even harder when they pass on without you. My husband and I lost our beloved first dog together, a doberman pinscher of only 6 1/2 years, to cardiomyopathy (an enlargement of the heart) while we were away on vacation. He was under the care of our vet who we trusted fully. Our dog received the best care but his heart also stopped suddenly and he passed away peacefully in his sleep. We were both distraught but sought comfort knowing that he died without pain. It doesn’t make it any easier whether or not you are there with them in the end. But your animal knows that you love them and that gives them peace. We waited a year before we got our next dog, our weimaraner Wendy. She gave us such love and joy and was our dog when we started having our children. She passed away last January 15, 2014 from bloat at almost 12 years. Unlike Mickey, we had to make the difficult decision to let her go instead of letting her get invasive surgery. My husband was the one that stayed with her in the end. It was hard on all of us. We still grieve and mourn for her everyday. We are waiting another full year to get another. I hope that you find it in your heart to get another dog someday.

      1. I see that for many, a part of the agony of losing a beloved dog is when, or if, to get another dog., We were thankfully spared that agonizing decision. We had two dogs, and had not thought of getting another, but one day God sent us a third, a rescue, a very special little guy. Almost 6 weeks to the day later, our little Libby Lu suddenly began to suffer severe and continuous seizures. It was a Sunday morning and by the time we were able to get her to the emergency vet hospital, an hour’s drive away, her temperature was 109 and she had suffered what the vet thought was irrepairable brain damage. We had to decide to let her go. It was the first pet loss I had ever suffered, and was and still is devastating! However, the company of the new little guy has gone a long way towards helping adjust, though we all are still dealing with it. Even our big dog is still grieving, but he and the little guy sometimes play together, and that helps him. He is a special little dog, and I’m glad he was sent to us when he was.

  115. My condolences to you and your husband.

    My family had a full blood German Shepherd dog, since I was a child. He wasn’t just a pet ( which I don’t know if we fully realized until the end) he was an incredibly loved family member. He protected the family adamantly, as if he just knew that was his purpose, why we oiginally adopted him. But at the sane time he had the sweetest temperment i have ever witnessed in a dog.
    In january 2014, we made the difficult decision to put him to sleep, as he had cancer, and putting him through an incredibly risky surgery at his age would have been unnessecary. We were told there was no way he wasn’t in daily pain, so we did decide it was his time. Which was so difficult because even at the end, he was smiling and loving and seemed just happy to have us all around him. It was the hardest thing I have ever done to stay with him while they did it, but how could I not stay till the end, after the decade + of happiness he gave me.

    Afterwards, the house just wasn’t the same. We realized that through him, we had become “dog people”
    So…after months we decided to start searching for a new “baby”
    We just have found a new gsd, and he’s adorable and has already found his way into our hearts. Don’t misunderstand, I love our new family member and accept him as a new, completely different dog. But I do have bouts of guilt, and extreme remourse over my old gsd.
    With all that said, I believe that yes, people DO in fact mourn their pets the same as humans. And I wish it could be different (for selfish reasons) but I am not sure if some people ever truely “move on” from beloved family pets. I know my family is doing alright, but i hope that one day I will feel closure and completely be able to accept his death, and no longer feel guilt knowing I “decided” when he would go.

    Rip baby: may 2003- jan. 2014

  116. My husband and I are in our 70s and we lost our toy poodle last year. She died beside us in bed at the age of 12. We cried, we moaned, we wailed, and we said never again. The house was so quiet and within 3 months, we had another. I was so worried that I was replacing our Dolly, but the worry was needless. You can’t replace a dog anymore than you can a child. And as far as time healing, the only thing I can say about that is it doesn’t heal, it only lets you think of them every few days instead of every minute, every hour of every day. But when you do, the pain is just as powerful. And eventually, you’re able to talk about them without crying every single time. Our new little boy has brought smiles and laughter back into our life. Something we thought might never happen again. No, we’ll never regret getting another. How can you exist without a dog?

  117. I want to thank you, and everyone who has posted here, for your comments and recognition of the reality of the intense grief of losing a pet. I had to put my cat down in December under traumatic circumstances and while I’ve finally gotten to a point where I don’t cry every day over her, her absence is still a sharp, often constant pain, one that is fairly societally unacceptable to express to most people. Thankfully, even though she was my cat for a decade before we were together, my husband knew and adored her too; even so, the lack of her has definitely changed our relationship.

    I still expect to find her waiting for me at the door every day when I come home. Sometimes I get really hard on myself for this–like, is it normal, when can I expect not to be so sad about her death? Reading this post, and all of the comments, helps enormously.

    1. Alice:
      it does get easier. I have three little ones buried in my back yard that I see everyday. We shared many years together. I can see their little tail wags and smiles whenever they come to mind. Now the sadness is mixed with happiness for having known their love and devotion. I also have four more wagging tails that keep me busy with new life experiences. I didn’t ask for these, they just wound up at my doorstep full of love. Nothing can replace those lost or those gained… I found that the the best cure for sadness is a little bit of time and lots of love… 😉

  118. I am so sorry for your loss. Losing a pet is sooo hard. We have lost so many. We lost our first dog, Damian a black Chow Chow, then we lost his mate, Sasha, another black Chow Chow, then we lost thier daughter, Misty a blue Chow Chow (this one hurt the most). We lost our black and tan German Sheppard dog named Buck (this loss was very difficult too), then we lost our female black German Police dog recently (she knew we were pregnant before we did and she was our son’s protector-it was so sweet-the kids are still sad over losing her, Daisy was her name), and we lost her son, Clovis another black German Police dog. He was still a baby (9 mo old) when we had to euthanize him. It broke our hearts, he had advanced stages of hip displaysia (a common issue for purebred German Sheppard dogs) handed down from his father who also had to be put down at 8 years old with the same condition (he came from the Rin Tin Tin line and this was a real issue in this bloodline). Each one of these losses was incredibly hard. Our dogs are like our kids. We love them completely. We have a white German Sheppard dog now named “Bolt” from the movie Bolt because he is white and fast. He is part of our family and we all love him deeply. Getting another dog will bring you sadness at times when you remember the dog you lost, but the joy you will receive from having this new pet will be worth the while. I know, I can speak from experience. I can also identify with the intense grief from losing a pet. My Misty was the most devastating loss. I knew she was dying, she was 13 years old and these types of dogs generally live 8 years, anyway she was funny about her bathroom habits. She would do her business and then run a few feet from it and kick dirt on it. It was hilarious. Well at the end of her life she could not do that any more so I Knew it was coming. She had heart-worm, and I was told by her vet to let her live her life out because the treatment would most likely kill her because of her advanced age. She passed the day before I delivered our son. I ended up with PPD afterward and a large portion of that was because of her loss. I took her everywhere with me. She was like my daughter before I had children. I know the grief of losing your dog is intense, but it will lessen over time and the great memories will remain after the loss is not as painful. You will always remember your dog, but grief will be replaced by wonderful memories.

    1. Thank you for sharing, Kathryn. It’s been almost 3 months now since I lost my weimaraner to bloat. Last April 1st would have been her 12the birthday. The pain is still there but slowly ebbing away. I think I will always grieve over her loss but am hoping that when we get another puppy, it will remind me of all the joy that she has given us over the years.

      Whether you’ve lost one beloved dog or ten, it is always a hard thing to go through. The pain is never less than before. Thank you for letting us know that the pain and grief will eventually subside and our hearts can indeed open up again to another.

  119. I have just found your post, and It struck a cord with me because I lost my 18 month old cattle dog Samson 3 months ago, to a brown snake. It was so sudden and unexpected, it took me a long time to get past the shock and now I am truly grieving.
    I came home from work one afternoon and found my little boy lying in his favourite dig hole next to a 1.5m brown snake, he was already dead and there was nothing I could do.
    The guilt I feel every day still is unbearable, that I wasn’t there with him in his final hours when he needed me the most. He would have been terrified and in pain, and I let him down. Even if I couldn’t have saved him, I just wish I could have been there with him.
    For the first week after it happened, I couldn’t eat, barely slept, couldn’t stop crying, and I didn’t go to work. He was the life of our house, and it was just too quiet without him.
    Our other 2 dogs missed him also, and it was heartbreaking when they would go looking for him in all of his favourite places. It took them about 2 weeks to stop doing this.
    A month after we lost him, we took in 2 new dogs that a friend of ours was unable to look after and was going to surrender to the pound. One dog has settled in great, the other dog has severe separation anxiety issues and it’s very stressful. She also stresses out the other dogs and doesn’t fit in with them. Given my emotional state and her nature, I just haven’t been able to bond with her. I am trying, and not ready to give up yet, but at the moment it just seems too much for me. I believe we got new dogs too early. I have felt guilt for ‘replacing’ my old dog (not that he could EVER be replaced), and I haven’t been as open to loving them as they deserve because I am still mourning.
    I still miss my Samson every day, I still cry all the time when I think of him. He is buried in our garden and I sit with him every day for at least a few minutes, just to tell him I love him and miss him.
    One thing that I don’t regret is that I told him I loved him every day, and it was the last thing I said to him as I cuddled him before I left for work that morning. We had also just been on holidays for a month and spent every day together, walking, playing, snuggling. He had slept the last night up on my pillow with his head nuzzled into my neck. My husband said he was so cute in the morning that he didn’t want to wake him, so he didn’t say goodbye to Samson before he left for work like he usually would have.
    Losing my Samson so suddenly, at such a young age and in such a terrible way, has been absolutely heartbreaking. He was so lively and vibrant, we should have had another 15 years with him yet. It is so unfair.
    I feel strong sympathy for anyone who has lost a beloved pet, but having experienced this, I feel particularly for those who have also lost a pet unexpectedly and before their time.
    Luckily our other dogs have helped to ease the pain, and it has been somewhat joyful to watch them develop some new traits and mannerisms since they lost their big brother (especially the ones which emulate things that our Samson used to do).
    I am so grateful for the short amount I time I had with my Samson, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I do wish that we waited for a while longer to get a new dog, because I now realise I wasn’t ready. We had thought that the pitter patter of new doggy feet in the house would make it feel less empty, but the experience had been quite stressful and made me miss my Samson more.

  120. Habibi was the perfect 7 1/2 yr old Boxer. We adopted her from my son because of his military career and deployments. 3/2/14 she died peacefully in her sleep as a result of the awful GME disease. Her last 5 months of life were filled with misery and hope for her, but to no avail. GME is a death sentence and is the answer to so many dog deaths. It can be a quick death or in her case, months. Oct ’13 she walked into a table for no obvious reason and the next day at our local vet, he found she was totally blind in one and eye and only 10% vision in the other. That afternoon, Univ of Tenn Vet ophthalmology Dr. reported that GME could be her problem and started a regime of steroids to see if this could be a cure for her. Of course hindsight is 100 percent and wish that the word death was mentioned. For the most part she was miserable on the drugs and sometimes I wish we would not have done that to her. As the drugs were reduced, she did show signs of returning to being herself, but 10 days after drug completion she began the death walk as her brain began to die. She walked into corners and could not get out, she went deaf, her heart rate soared, breathing labored and dangerous temperature as her brain died. Such a sad end to a perfect dog. She will be waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge and we will play again. Her ashes I greet everyday and I await her final necropsy report, but know it will say death due to Granulomatous meningoencephalomyelitis. Folks learn about this disease and pass along to other dog owners.

    1. I am sorry for your loss of Habibi. Losing her had to be hard.

      what else would you have done differently?

      Thanks you for your reply.


  121. All these experiences resonate totally with me. We lost our wonderful dog Morris in Feb. 2013. He was the light and joy of my life and I have really struggled since his death. During his life he had a distance healer, a wonderful person called Suzy, who would help relieve his bodily discomforts. As a senior dog he had stiff hips and the occasional ache or pain. After he died, Suzy said some wonderful things that really helped to heal me. Grief is a natural process and is the mind and souls way of releasing the pain felt after loss of a love. Suzy reminded me that I was Morrie’s saviour and that in doing one dog the kindness of providing for them for life, you do all dog-kind a favour. She also said that Morris was sent to me/us so we could learn lessons about life (mine, was to not be so anxious – which he really helped me with). Suzy also said that once Morris had died his soul or spirit returned to the ‘logos’ (a large pool of gathering of all energy that is life), and that one day, when we/I cam ready to love another dog, his spirit would contain a small part of Morris – because all life comes from the ‘logos’. It’s a sort of continuing, wonderful cycle of life. Her explanation really made sense to me. I would say allow yourself time to grieve the loss, and when you are ready (you’ll know when this is) each time you feel sad at a memory, make sure you think immediately afterwards of a moment of joy that your dog brought you – and this way, you will start to feel more peace and accept the situation. Morris was a once-in-a-lifetime dog and there is no other like him, but one day we will have another dog, who we will love for who he is.

  122. I have a special memory regarding the death of my beloved Blue Chow Chow Misty. She passed away the day before I delivered my fist child, my now 8 year old son as I have said in an earlier post. The most amazing thing is I do not remember much after my son was born, they gave me a spinal and morphine for the pain so I was a drugged up mess. Anyway before my son was born that next morning I saw my Misty’s ghost get up from beside my bed and walk out the room door. It was the last time I saw her. I will always remember it. My hubby was scared to come in an tell me my Misty died early that morning. He let me sleep in. I did not see her go, I was asleep . That morning I had my Ob visit to go to. I was admitted into the hospital to deliver our son, and this news made me happy because I was still reeling from the death of my beloved dog. I loved her so deeply. I was there when she was born, I could not be there when she passed. I felt so guilty for that. But seeing her presence in the hospital room that morning before my son came out was one of the most precious moments in my life. She said goodbye to me. It was the only time I saw her physically like that again. I am glad she said goodbye, however it still hurt and even though it has been 8 years since she left me it still hurts to write this. She was the most awesome dog ever. I will always miss her. I remember the fun she brought to my life and the first time I found out what it meant to have a pet just for you. She was mine, and I was hers. It will always remain that way. I love you Misty.

  123. Dear Virginia and all,

    I am so sorry to read about all your losses, but I am also glad to see that the grief that I am feeling right now will subdue with time.

    On Friday, March 21st, my husband and I said goodbye to our angel Sasha. She was my first dog (my heart dog) and our first dog as a couple. She was 13.5 years and the last 2 she had been battling Osteosarcoma.

    When we found out about her cancer, we did everything we possibly could to not only extend her life, but to ensure that extra time was as happy as possible. We even enrolled her in a clinical trial at Penn Vet, and I truly feel that if it weren’t for the vaccine she received, she would not have made it past 8-9 months after diagnosis.

    This girl meant (means) so much to me, to us. We have 4 others at home, and though they are making her loss a little easier, the house still feels ’empty’. I don’t think there will ever be a day where I don’t miss her.

    One reason why I wanted to post here is that I want everyone to know of this trial and what Penn Vet is doing to help dogs with bone cancer. Please tell your family and friends so that everyone knows and if they have the unfortunate diagnosis of bone cancer in one of their pets, they should really consider the trial.

    No trying to advertise here, but if you care to see my girl, you can check her page: http://lilisnotes.com/. We wrote about her ‘journey’ since diagnosis her diagnosis, and how her visits to Penn Vet went each time we took her (drove from Raleigh, NC to Philadelphia).

    Thank you for this post and thank you everyone for sharing your experiences. It has been very tough for me because I don’t really have friends, both our families are far away, and my family doesn’t understand the bond and love a person can share with their pet.

    “Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened. ” – Anatole France


    1. Hello Liliana;
      I love this quote. I feel that to my very core. I loved all my dogs very much and I know of the hole left when they leave. It is hard to go through that, but our love remains forever. That is comforting. I am ever so sorry about the loss of your precious Sasha. There will be a day when you stop hurting as much. It does come, slowly but it will happen. It has been 8 years since my beloved Misty died and I still miss her and every now and then cry because I miss her still but I remember the fun and great times with her. She was truly my girl. Even her vet said he never saw a bond like the one her and I shared. She had to go through heartworm treatment and I had to come during my lunch breaks from work 1/2 a mile away by bicycle ( I did not have a car at the time) to help them administer her treatments. They could not calm her. When I got there she instantly calmed and I helped to keep her calm while they did the job of administering her treatment. I even had to help bring her back to her kennel before going back to work. It was so hard on me to see her go through this, but I knew it was absolutely necessary to save her life. When I came to take her home after 4 days at the vets away from our home, she was so happy to get to her bed and lay down. I would sit with her and talk to her until she went to sleep. I never knew I could love a pet so much. She was my first pet, that I was completely responsible for and her love was so fulfilling. She made me whole. I loved her, I still love her, more than words can adequately express. When she left I felt the void for a very long time afterward. Now I have pictures of her to remind me of how wonderful she was and how happy I was to be her mommy. The pain will decrease over time, but it will never fully heal. Our pets take a part of us with them when they go. It will get better. I am so sorry for your loss. Take care of yourself, and GOD bless you.

  124. Hi.. I just googled some info on losing a dog and found your post. I lost one of my 2 pups a couple of days ago, he got ran over by a car. And the pain is very hard and it hurts so much. I just wanted to say that its is comforting to know there are people that have gone through the same pain and understand just how much of a loss this is. I had to skip 2 days off work because I could not keep myself together … I can barely stop the tears coming out from my eyes. I still have my other little guy and I need to stay strong for him, but honest to God there is an emptiness in my heart that I don’t know it will ever recover. Thanks for sharing your experience..

    1. Hello Maria;
      I am so sorry for your loss. I lost a puppy too. He was deeply loved and we got 9 months with him before we had to put him down. It was so hard to look into his beautiful eyes and say goodbye and that we love you when he closed his eyes forever. We were tore up for a long time about it. I cry as I type it and it happened 12 years ago. He was the sweetest dog I had ever seen. So loving and always by my side. He had hip displaysia (really bad) and would have had to stay on meds to keep him from being in so much pain. We decided after some heartbreaking conversations that it was in his best interest to put him out of his misery. It was the hardest things to do. We loved him so much (I mean we named him Clovis(the name for the most valuable Indian arrowhead) for his high value and awesomeness in our lives). This was so hard. It will get easier as time goes on Maria, but it will never fully leave. You will always miss this dog and love them forever even though he is gone. That is the great thing, you get to keep the love forever. I am so sorry for your loss. Please take care of yourself, and love that other puppy as much as you can. Try to remember the fun he brought you. Cherish that for now. GOD bless you.

  125. I may be part of that small percentage with a major pathological disruption. It’s been almost two years since I lost my beloved Moomoo unexpectedly when she didn’t recover from anesthesia after a spay.

    I got my darling Pug puppy at 4 mos. of age. We fell in love at first sight.
    She slept with me from the first night home, never whimpering for her mama or litter mates.

    She loved stuffed toys and never tore them up. I kept adding to her collection, as did Grandma, who would show up with a new one from time to time. Maggie loved them all and played fetch. She knew every word I said! I’d say, “Go get the Devil” or the “Doggie” or the “Bug” and she would hunt through the house and get the right one every time.

    I wanted to learn to show her and we went to puppy classes as soon as she has all her shots. We learned together. At 6 mos. old, she was old enough for the ring and I started showing her. For the next 9 mos., she was usually the only one in her class and won first place. Then we’d be up against the adult dogs and she would lose.

    At 15 mos., my sister was with me at a show. She had shown dogs for years. She said, “You’re gonna win today.” I laughed it off, but Maggie did win the points that day. From that day on, every show we entered, she won the points. She became a Champion within 3 mos.

    When she was close to 2 yrs. I bred her to the No. 3 Pug in the country. My sister delivered her babies. By then, I was calling her Moomoo. She was my baby. I only tell you all this as these special times naturally resulted in a very very strong bond between us. Life experiences, good memories, endearing her to me so.

    She had one more litter. I kept a son and daughter from the first litter a son and daughter from her daughter’s litter and showed them all, but my Moo was always my special baby.

    I lost her daughter unexpectedly 6 mos. prior to Moo and was still trying to recover from that loss.

    I had raised 4 children and decided to go back to school for my RN degree at 59 years of age. It was a few weeks before graduation when I noticed that Moo had a stinky discharge and noticed a bulge of flesh protruding from her vagina. I took her to the vet. He said he thought it was a vaginal polyp and suggested spaying her. My Moo was 8 yrs. old and very bright and healthy, but I was still worried because flat-faced breeds don’t do well with anesthesia. However, he assured me she was in good health and it would be better to have the surgery at this time than to put her through it at an older age. We set an appointment.

    At school, we were working on a slide show for the ceremony. Each student could submit photos for their slide with words of thanks to special loved ones. Moo’s photo was included on my slide, hanging over the back of the couch with her sad expression, saying thanks for waiting patiently while I went to school, did homework, and worked and assuring her it was almost over and we would have more time together.

    Her surgery was 5 days before graduation. The night before, I was very beside myself with worry, but kept telling myself I was being ridiculous and that everything would be okay.

    The next morning, Moo was happy, as always, loving going bye-bye, looking out the window. We got to the vet and she strutted in, joyfully greeting everyone. I planned to sit with her until she was going into surgery, rather than have them put her in some crate to wait alone. The doctor called us into a room to check her out before surgery, but then unexpectedly picked her up from the table. I hurriedly said, “Are you taking her now?” He said yes and started to walk out. I turned to leave, with tears starting to well, and said, “Take care if her, she’s my best friend.” He smiled and told me over his shoulder not to worry. I quickly glanced back at my precious Moo and she was straining in his arms, glancing back at me. That was the last time I saw her alive.

    Later that day, they told me she wasn’t coming out of it like she should and I rushed over. When I got there, the other doctor told me she had died 10 minutes ago. The words were so horrific to hear that I couldn’t do anything but hold my ears, shake my head and sob.

    After conflicting explanations, I was taken back to my girl who was laying on a steel table, stiff and cold. I’m a nurse, that doesn’t happen in 10 minutes!

    As weird as it may sound, I took her home, put her on my bed and laid next to her, sobbing until, exhausted, I fell asleep. She was my Moo.

    I deliberated what to do, bury her at the family farm, cremate her and keep her ashes? Finally, I decided to bury her in my yard, so that we could be close. My son was coming in town for my graduation, so I kept my Moomoo on the top of her doggie stairs at the foot of my bed on a soft blanket with a pretty candle for 5 days, so my son could help me dig her grave. It was summer, and I had the air-conditioner on. I would visit her several times a day and sleep with my head at the foot of the bed by her and there was never any smell. It didn’t surprise me. I actually didn’t know if I could put her in the ground. It was absolutely heart-wrenching.

    I buried my sweet girl the day before graduation. And my promise that we would soon be spending more time together was sadly not fulfilled.

    My mind replays our last glance at each other in slow motion. It’s almost like our souls knew it would be our last glance. I just pray we’re together again some day.

    I cried my heart out daily for a good year. I have her framed photo close and look at it often. She’s on my cell phone too.

    Now, coming up on the second anniversary of her death, I no longer cry daily, but at least once a week. Going over it or replaying that glance makes me cry, as I am now.

    I still have her two grandchildren and we have grown closer over time.

    I spent a lot of time looking at photos of Pug puppies, as my sister told me I needed to get another puppy, but I realized that no Pug puppy, no matter how darling, would ever measure up to my Moo and to me, it would have seemed like trying to replace her. There was just no way.

    I am ashamed to say that for a long time, I was mad at God for taking her from me. I could not understand why that had to happen. I quit going to church. Having nowhere to turn for answers, I searched the internet for “Will I see my dog again. “. It pulled up a lot of websites devoted to that topic and I spent hours reading and crying. I am working on my relationship with God again, but feel I’ve somewhat burned the bridge for not having what I thought I did have – trust and faith in The Lord. I feel farther away from God now and unworthy for not being able to accept it.

    I did get a German Shepherd puppy and hope that love will grow. And I have the Pugs. I just have to go on and I know that. It’s not like i can change that she’s gone. But at this point, I don’t know if I’ll ever stop grieving for her. I’ve had many beloved pets in my life, but this is that “once in a lifetime” bond.

    I apologize for the detail and length of this post, but I thought the detail would help shed some light I’m the depth of our bond and my despair. I work, I function, I laugh, but this is a deep wound.

    To top it off, I feel so guilty that her life was cut short because of my decision to spay her. I know I was doing it at the vet’a recommendation and know I thought I was doing the right thing, but she’s still dead.

    God and Moomoo forgive me.

    1. Hello Cindy. I am so sorry for the loss of your Moomoo. I’ve been reading this blog since I lost my boy of 13 years and it has helped tremendously. I haven’t replied to any of these, but just wanted to send you a quick verse. Luke 15:11-32, the story of the prodigal son. As heart breaking as your story was, I was more heartbroken about the part you said “burned your bridge with God”. This is an impossibility. God NEVER rejects us when we walk away, and then come back. He knows us, and knows our heart, and always welcomes us back with loving arms. So when my time comes, just like the story of the rainbow bridge, I look forward to seeing my boy again as he runs up to me and shows me the way to those pearly gates!

      1. Hi, Paul. Not sure if what I posted actually sent. I came back to read my original post and your reply. Wanted to let you know that I continued to work on my relationship with God. Recently, was going through some scary things and needed Him. He revealed Himself to me in many things that came in quick succession. I was amazed. I felt at peace. I remembered that He walks every step with us, good or bad. I remembered the words, “Lo, u am with you always, even until the end of the world.” It wasn’t He who had pulled away, but I. Although I don’t understand why He took Moo from me, I know there was a reason. Maybe because He knew she deeply missed her daughter who had died 6 mos. earlier. Maybe because He knew I would not have been able to take seeing her die in my presence. But I trust that this was done in love and that I will understand one day. Thank you for caring. I hope you are coping with the loss of your boy. Maybe we will meet one day, with our pets, across Rainbow Bridge. Love and peace and God’s blessing.

        1. It’s coming up on the 5th year anniversary of my precious Moo’s passing. I still cry for her. I know now I always will. But I am also able to remember the funny things she did, her hilarious expressions. I miss her Pug runs, her soft snoring, and her little furnace body snuggling at night. Moo was truly a very special girl. There have been three times over the years that I think she visited. All three were similar and so natural. Twice I’ve seen two Pugs following me, thinking they are her two grandchildren, only to get to the next room to see one asleep on the couch. I saw a movie once wheee when an old man was on his death bed, and before he died, he saw his old dog, long dead, coming to his bedside, wagging, ready to walk with him once again. I pray one day that my Moomoo and I see each other in a sunny, grassy meadow and are happily reunited. Until then, I love you always, my fiendish flat face goblin! ❤️☀️

  126. Can someone help me? I lost my GSD girl unexpectedly to an inoperable tumor on her spine over the past holiday season. The last thing she did was open her Christmas gift as she loved to open boxes, the bigger the better. She was an incredible loss and I have been missing her for six months now. Ok to change the subject I am picking between two gsd puppies. One came right over to me and put her head on my knee and licked by fingers. Then when it was time to leave she actually sat at my feet like a little soldier. she also made her rounds to my family members that came with me. She did this very calmly and then found her way back to the breeder happily. The other that my family seems to all love is great too but she did not want to leave the breeders side. She was playful with the breeder and finally came to me and let me tickle her belly for a bit but then went back to the breeder.( breeder stated that she was her favorite). So I am confused. The breeder did say both have great temperaments and that the one who came to me is more laid back. So can someone comment and help me? I am still healing from losing my Stella black gsd dog. Its been a long emotional roller coaster for me. but somewhere deep inside I am excited about raising my 3rd gsd dog. thanks all- p.s. coloring will be almost same on the dogs but my family doesn’t get it. They will look like other litters born in past, blk and silve in color.

      1. Hey thanks DaveG. The coin toss is prob what it will amount to. Getting both would be an amazing training experience. But if you haven’t owned a dog before, a German Shepherd takes a lot of energy. Lol. You did put a smile on my face though:). Thanks for your reply. Appreciated it. Reg-

        1. Hi Regina,
          Who will spend the most time with the pup and on training? If it is something that your family will share, then I guess it would seem fair to consider their opinions. On the other hand, if you will be with the pup the most and carry out much of the training, then I’d suggest you choose the pup you already felt a bond with. While not a replacement, whichever pup you choose, I hope she helps you to heal.

          1. Thanks Cathi. The trainer would be me but my husband has realized how deep a dogs love can be after the loss of our beloved dog. As a result he is so excited about the puppy so he will be helping me more now and yes, I felt a bond looking at the photo but when I saw the dogs in person, the other puppy is the one that came over to me and put her head on my knee. It’s just ridiculous how this has affected my life. I should be able to handle this better. My dog was by my side through some very sad times in my life. I know I’m still healing. It’s like I am excited and sad at the same time. Thank you very much for your comment. P.S. It helps to write about it plus if have never done this before.

    1. Hello, Regina. I have had 3 dogs in my life, and each time, the dog picked us. And each dog has been the best dog one could ask for, in his/her own way. So if you cannot take both, take the one who picked you and your family.

  127. Virginia, this was the most helpful article on pet loss that I’ve read and feel very lucky that I found it shortly after I lost my sweet Freddi. I’ve read it a few times and it has been incredibly comforting to me. So, thank you. As many of the reader comments were helpful to me as well, I’d like to add some thoughts about my experience that could possibly help others dealing with such a difficult loss.

    First of all, I know this has been said before but don’t let ANYONE make you feel like your loss was trivial. I lost my mom last year and dealt with it much better than I dealt with the loss of Freddi a month ago. What I realized is, it’s our attachment to these wonderful creatures that make the loss so profound…not just our love for them. They are there for us on a daily basis, they accept us without judgement, they sleep with us, comfort us, make us laugh and give us the opportunity to care for a living being. There is no substitution for the relationship we have with our pets. I became much more attached to Freddi after my daughter left for college; I didn’t even realize it at the time, but now I do.

    I’d also like to add some practical advice. I felt better when I was busy and distracted. I didn’t cry when I was out grocery shopping or at a movie, but when I sat home alone, that’s all I did. I think it’s important to grieve, and to cry, but it’s also important to live. VERY IMPORTANT: I felt comforted when I was around friends who understood the profound loss intimately, having gone through it themselves. Sympathetic people…even strangers I communicated with online. One of my friends made a stupid comment and I decided not to talk to her again until I felt better. It was the right decision.

    Try to focus on the positive things in your life. It’s easy to feel hopeless when you lose a pet, but if you appreciate the good things, it helps. Finally, looking at puppies online…contacting breeders, following a puppy cam, looking at rescue sites…made me feel better. I wasn’t (and am not) ready to adopt a new puppy, but it made me feel optimistic that there is cuteness in the world, and maybe one day I can have that again.

    It’s been a month since I lost Freddi and I finally feel a bit better, a little more normal. I think of Freddi every day and still cry and I know there will never be another dog like him, but life is about moving forward and we HAVE to.

    Virginia, thank you again.

    Elisa in NYC

  128. Thanks to all who shared their stories. Somehow I feel just a little less alone. My beautiful chocolate lab had just completed her over a year of training and certifications. I am a child therapist and my dream was for her to work side by side with in helping traumatized children recover.

    Then on Easter Sunday when she was visiting her sister and mother. A bing storm cane in and scared the older mom dog. She broke down the gate and took off with the two 16 mo old puppies in pursuit. Just a few blocks from the home both 16 mo. pups were struck by a drunk driver who was speeding, hit them and left our poor babies in the middle of the road. A neighbor and came out to help them after calling the police. By the time got to the scene their was no pulse. They were still so warm to touch that I could hardly bare the sense of helplessness that washed over me. It just did not seem fair that I could do nothing to help our two girl pups. I knew them both from birth and had even helped to bottle feed them. Missing them comes in great rolling waves that threaten to feel overwhelming. Reading the posts on this site was a lifesaver. I just keep thinking in hind sight what would or could I have done differently to prevent this awful tragedy.

    1. Dear Dr T
      I want to tell you first how sorry I am for your losses. I have cried for each story I have read on this site thus far. These stories of love and devotion have also helped me grieve the loss of my Stellaluna german shepherd I lost during New Year’s Eve 2013. I can talk about her death at the age of 6 but the fact is I have to find a place to put the sorry I feel and carry everywhere I go. I have written about choosing another gsd pup on this site and it’s been 5 + months since my loss. But I do know this much, if I don’t move on this decision I will stop living! It’s that deep down wisdom that animal lovers feel. We must all go on and give our sorrows to God and go on living. There is no choice. Other dogs are being born each day, many that will die a cruel death and some lucky that will have an owner like YOU. Deep grief can stifle you and believe me I am still fighting all the grief that mounds up on you, especially when innocent animals are taken from our side. They are indeed loving gifts from above. You can never forget that tragedy but you can go on with your good work helping the tromatized but first you need to heal yourself. You can’t change what happened either so please don’t blame yourself. No one on this earth can foresee the future. I have rescued 12 dogs so far during my life time. One of them was so frightened from a storm that she found her way to the highway. I was working that day and couldn’t make it home to get to her. That was my first loss she was my first dog ever and with each dog I have adopted I often think of what she taught me and what each dog has taught me. You will go on and help each child fight their personal storms. Good luck to you. And to all the above beautiful dogs and their owners I wish you healing as I am still healing myself. I know we will see them again someday …… Reg

  129. Reg that was beautiful. Dr. T this brought tears to my eyes. My heart ached just reading it. May God bless you and heal your broken heart.

  130. Thank you for your helpful post. I have just lost my beautiful dog, Tahj, to old age. She was fifteen years old and I got her as a puppy when I was at university. She was such a happy soul who loved her family and being at home. I thought she would just always be around. I feel saddened that I was wrong and am now grappling with the fact that death is inevitable for all. My little Tahj was my first dog and I will always love and miss her now. I can still hear her collar rattling around on her fluffy neck. That sound gives me comfort.

  131. It’s 0500 hrs, and later today my Golden Retriever Honey will cross the bar for the last time. She has been my friend, and our little girl, for thirteen years. I will lose a piece of my heart, and for all that, it has been my privilage to be her daddy. It’ll be a bad day, but the next will be a little better, and I will never forget the joy she brought into our lives.

  132. I’m so sorry Dominic. Loosing a friend such as our dogs is, in my opinion, the hardest thing ever. My thoughts are with you. Hugs going your way to you and your baby.

    Warm regards,

  133. Thanks Liliana. It happened at 1250 today, in our garden, and she went in my arms looking up at the sky. I feel sadness but also a strange sense of relief. We made the right call, and saved her much pain. I know many of you are having trouble dealing with this process, and we all react in differant ways when losing a pet. Remember. They gave you unconditional love, and you made their lives fun. By destroying yourself over it, you undo everything they strove to achieve-your happiness.
    Tonight I went to work, and Karen went to her mum and dads. I’ll have a takeout with the guys, she’ll have a glass of wine, and tomorrow we will start to look for a new buddy to trash the house, bark at night, and cover the car in hair. A dog becomes part of your life, and I will honour my little girls memory by making another dogs life fun and love filled.

    If you are struggling, chin up. You’re not alone.


  134. I lost my beautiful, once in a lifetime 9.5 yr old bulldog last week. We just moved from Florida to Montana two days before he had to be put down. He was my only child. We have no friends or family here, and I’m finding life being more than I can bare right now. He was my life…like a “little human” as most that knew him said. How do you pick up the pieces and move on? I asked the Vet who had to put him down if their were any local support groups/resources and came up empty. If I’m not crying, I’m numb. I feel so lost.

    1. Sara, I am so sorry for your loss. I understand how you feel. It seems that some people are able to adopt another dog right away, some take longer. Just do what you need to do, but don’t give up because your baby would not have wanted you to.

      I lost my girl Sasha of 13.5 years a little over a month, and its still very hard.

      Here in Raleigh, the SPCA has a pet loss support meeting every 3rd Sunday of the month. I have not gone. Maybe your local SPCA has something similar.


    2. Hi Sara:
      I find that it helps to read these posst. Here you find others that have lost a family member. Because that is what they are! There little hearts nourish our spirit and when they are gone, we long for that nourishment. True companions through and through. I know everyone can’t, but I have a house full (4). When one passes on (3 buried in my little heart cemetery in my back yard), we all grieve. But the others won’t let me grieve for long. But I will always remember the special something about each one. I am no therapist, but I know there is another little tail wagging heart out there waiting to help you start the healing process…

      God bless…


  135. Well, it’s been a few days now. And I still cry spontaneously. It can be anything that sets me off. The picture of her on the wall, automatically shouting “We’re home sweety” as we come in from shopping. The house is so empty. There is a tangible lack of atmosphere, especially at night. So used to hearing her snoring by the bed I guess. But day by day, it gets a tiny bit easier. We made the decision to get a pup straight away. I think part of the problem is the lack of, I dunno, presence, and my house needs a dog. It wasn’t without a fair bit of doubt we went to see a six week Collie Cocker cross yesterday. Too early? Need to mourn? Were we too early? Well, that lasted fifteen seconds until I picked him up. He licked my nose three times, bit my sun glasses, stuck his head under ear and went to sleep.
    My new fella is called Gimpy Belt, and will join us at home next Tuesday. Everything Honey taught me about living for the moment, waking up ready for fun, and hiding the tv remote, I’ll teach Gimpy. And I hope I still cry once in a while for her, because that means she’s really not gone. Keep busy. Look forward, not back. Remember them for all the things they taught you, and if you have that much devotion and love going unused, get another dog and make their lives as good as you did for the friend you have lost.

    1. you will make new memories and keep those that make you smile and cry…

      You know you were loved and you gave love… 😉


    2. GL thanks for posting your comment. I wish you the best of the best with your Gimpy and all the new adventures you’ll have together. This Friday on May 9 th I am picking up my little gsd pup Maxine. It’s been 5 months since I had to say goodbye to my 7 yr old gsd who still acted like she was a baby herself. Yes, I’ve been crying, reading and searching the internet every night and day since I lost her because I didn’t know where to turn This site has been so helpful in healing I hope when I pick her up this week I can put some of my sorrow behind me. I’m excited and sad at the same time. Thanks again for your post and sorry for your loss. Give Gimpy a big hug for me too:). RL

  136. Thx Randy. Does really help reading some of these posts. After years in the military, I am used to be able to control most aspects of my life. This week saw one of the pillars of our house get pulled out from under us. My wife has incurable cancer, though luckily the prognosis is she will be around for many years yet, but as you can imagine, this devastated her and I had or have little time for self pity. Honey was someone I could share my feelings with, so in that respect alone, I lost a yellow haired councillor.

    Our new friend Gimpy Belt is going to be ready early! This Sunday I shall parade and brief him, ensure he knows his terms of reference, and show him his new bed, toys, and best place to sit at the back door where that fat pigeon has been taking liberties in our garden.
    I wish you Randy and everyone else who reads these posts all the best. People can be the very greatest of things. If you have gone through this heartache, you are at heart a good person. I can only say-look forward and put yourself through it again. There are great animals out there that need you.

    Ps Hitler loved his dog, so he was the exception to the rule about being good. And Napoleon I suppose. And Max Clifford. But you get my meaning……..

  137. It really hurts loosing a pet…. I lost my 2years old Caucasian/Alsatian cross yesterday and I really don’t think I can get over it cos when I remember the first day I set my eyes on it(Bufus) I fell in love with it.. it was so full of life and energy so cute…It died of intestinal obstruction and torsion.. Everyday I wake up and go outside I miss the way it greeted me every morning rubbing its body against mine. I really love and miss my dog..

  138. Sorry about your loss, my husband and i had a beautiful Maltese, her name was Molly, she was our little princess, we treated her like she was our child not a pet. We have children that are all grown up , we even have 5 grand kids but i always said that Molly keeps me being a mommy… with bath time, doing her hair, putting pretty dresses on her that her daddy would take off soon as mommy wasn’t watching lol because she was our little puppy baby. we had her since she was a tiny little puppy till she was diagnosed with acute kidney failure two years later! and it was so bad we had no choice but to put her down, she went from being a playful bundle of love to being so sick within days! we are both always crying over her and i say this like its been a long time but its only been 2 wks! she past April 21st, we took her home from the hospital on Easter morning and she spent it with all the family, the next eve my husband and I took her to her vet and we held her and prayed for her as she passed. My husband is away for business a lot and im home alone, and i miss my Molly so much but i don’t want to be alone, and i am having problems of how long i should wait to get another puppy. I don’t know when it will be a good time, my husband says he isn’t over her yet and really doesn’t want to yet, i say i will never get over her, but that doesn’t mean i cant give my love to another puppy i just don’t know when. Do i wait till i stop crying over her, because i don’t see that happening any time soon. well what do you think?

    1. Hello Fran;
      I suggest you wait awhile before getting another puppy. This seems a bit soon to get another dog. Your tears will lessen with time and and getting another dog so soon after this happened will increase your pain. You will not have the energy to give this new puppy all of yourself right now. Your husband is right. I know all seems hopeless right now but it will get better with a bit more time. Just give yourself that time to breathe. Another dog so soon is not wise, trust me.

  139. My snowy was almost 18 she became blind over a two year period after a rabi shot. One eye slowly than the other. So she coped we coped.. no more going upstairs or walking around we made our family room her new play ground and living space for he last two years. But later started getting growths smaller ones than a big one on her head that went up and down. One on her back front leg that was getting bigger bleeding and oozing stuff. The vet said she would not survive an operation so keep it clean. She was yelping squeaking and would not let me clean this one any longer but I did anyway. This became infected and I knew it was just to much for her. Her teeth were going because she would not eat her dental bones and the vet said she would not survive he stress or pain, started peeing on herself at night and sometimes pooping she always bounced back but her dignity was going or gone.. I know we all go through the SAME feelings no one can tell you or prepare you. But all the support I am receiving from my family and friends on FaceBook is helping. The pictures and video’s my daughter brought by snapped me back, not all the way but back. Looking at her bouncy happy sweet video’s her waiting for me wanting walks, made me feel I did wait to long. But it is a process we get use to the new.. way, the added duties, the panic that they are not being cared for. I guess that is why I hurt so much I took care of her than had to give her to someone else. I didn’t trust anyone to take care of her or touch her any longer. She became totally dependent, but always made it to the litter box, ate her food looked forward to her walks.. even blind she could do this. But.. who can call it, I was not the one. I think she deserved her latter days to get old someone to care for her and when it did get to be to much I knew. That is what I know and that is why I had to do what she needed me to do. I think I waited to long but than I knew.. I didn’t. She deserved to grow old with love, kisses, hugs and lil walks.. around her and for her. She went WELL as she did everything else she was sweet loving with hugs.. No one can ask for more. I was never a puppy person she gave me that and so much more.. love, happiness that we can only dream of and that is wonderful enough.. I hope God is holding her with my mommy. That is what will get me through.. that is all we can all hope for I suppose… I don’t know how anyone could hurt a pet or child. they have unconditional love for you no other love is like that..

  140. My 14 year old Maltese Gracie went to pet Heaven April 14 after 2 years of liver disease. Her little paws were so inflamed she was only able to walk in the house, her tummy developed diarrhea that couldn’t be fixed, and her mind became (liver) fuzzy as she tried to jump off bed at nite. She slept next to me on a lease so at her tug I could take her out every 3 hours. She went from 8 to 4 pounds and I was worried she would break her leg, so I soaked, put ointment on, and socks or I carried her when she could not walk. She has been by my side many years of trouble, and her love held me up 14 years. I planned her home going 1 month before, and while on phone to vet she got up and began running around, smiling, saying not yet mom. So I am thankful for the last month to go to our sunny river park to see the birds and kids playing; and we sent up a balloon together to show her where she was going. On her home going the vet came to my house where there was music, candles, 2 friends, and I held her close and whispered in her ear my love for her. It is almost a month and heartbreak is still overwhelming…thinking about another dog since I live alone but am not sure when it is right. Thank you for letting me speak. I pray all of your hearts will be healed soon…

    1. Hello Nancy;
      First off let me say I am so sorry for your loss. I know the pain you speak of. I can feel it in your words and from my own experience. I remember when we had to put our beloved German Sheppard Buck down. It was the most sad thing ever. We took him to the vet and had her end his pain. We rubbed his silky fur. Looked into his eyes and said we loved him. She put the needle into his vein in his leg and we watched as our precious love just quietly died. He closed his eyes and our hearts broke. I could feel my heart split. He did not fight being put up on the table. My husband put him up on the table (his had advanced stages of hip displaysia and was in intense pain and would have to be medicated for the rest of his life. He was 7 years old) and this wonderful creature went home to GOD. I ran out of the vets office to open the trunk of our car. My husband – a mans man who you would never see cry – came out carrying our precious “Buck” in his arms tears streaming like a water fountain and carefully placed his body in the trunk. When we got home we placed his body in a grave we both dug for him. Putting the dirt on top of him was too much for me to bear and I just fell down on my knees and cried so intensely for awhile. My husband kneeled down and just hugged me. He helpe me to my feet and we came in the house and I went to bed and cried for several hours. As I type here, the tears are streaming. I miss him. He used to always walk me to our shed and stand there (as if to protect me from some unseen harm) and when I walked to our 2 car garage type shed for the first time after he went home I fell apart again. It has been 12 years since he passed and the pain is still there. I still miss him but we have a few dogs after his passing that have passed too. Dogs really take a part of your heart each time you lose one. The love you feel for them never goes away though. I still love my Buck all these years later. They leave pawprints on your heart. Give yourself time to heal. The pain will lessen. It will always be there (obviously as I type here and tears are streaming 12 years later), but it will lessen. If you are ready for another precious dog, by all means but if you are finding it hard to function then you are not ready yet. Give yourself time to heal. May GOD always bless and keep you. It does get better, I promise.

  141. May God Bless all of us who have lost our beloved pets who are in Heaven now. After reading just some of these posts, esp last one of Kathyrn, tears are rolling down my face. I had to have my Codie girl at 14 put down April 29th 2013; its been little over a year..it was the worst thing in my life I ever experienced that I had to do. I won’t go into detail-but her arthritus, hip displaysha, couldn’t get up anymore.
    I got her as a puppy and she went everywhere w/me. If I went to my son’s she would go w/me and stay a few days or week, we went for rides and for ice cream and walks .. (I’m sobbing) as I type. Yes, the love I feel for her will always be, she took a part of my heart, and leave her paw prints on my heart. I love and miss her terribly-like a void missing in my life. I have 2 cats that she got along with great. One I got as kitten and grew up w/her and the other I rescued as a kitten.
    I want another companion very much; as I know-no one will replace my Codie girl. But now I am 70 and I don’t know if I should go for a rescue puppy or other younger dog. I am still active, but not running any marathons. I am weighing all angles out as I want always to be able to take care of my little angel. I ask God to let me know, and in a short time, I’m sure I will know. I want to heal and move forward; bc I know that it will be a whole new experience with a new dog. So I Know my Codie will let me know too. God Bless

  142. Hi Betty Jane.
    So sorry about your sweet little Codie girl. She sounded like an amazing soul that gave you so much back. I waited for six months before getting another GSD puppy. I brought her home just two weeks ago. She is Maxine and she reminds me that I am still alive and have so much more to give to another loving animal. I was on this blog about a month ago asking what to do and which puppy to pick out. I didn’t know which way to turn, crying a lot. I was unsure if I could love another, being I still can cry at the drop of a hat over my beauty Stella. She died on New Year’s Eve at 6 yrs old. I actually still call out to her on some days. Can’t help it. One person wrote back to me and said he didn’t have dogs but the choice was probably a “coin toss”, and why not get both dogs. Well I don’t think he knew how hard making a decision to get another was for me. I almost canceled out of the decision to get this pup. I can tell you that if you are thinking after a whole year of adopting an adult dog or getting a puppy, that you’re not done yet with making room in your heart for another dog that needs you. The dog will never take Codie’s place. It will take another place in your heart because love just multiplies. You won’t let her down and she will not let you down either. Don’t worry be happy. God bless you and may he send you another loving dog to take care of. Take care. R L

  143. Yesterday 5/27/2014, my beautiful Lil’ Bear, took his last breath while I stood beside him in tears holding him in disbelief. When I woke this morning there was the painful reminder and empty home knowing he was not there with his smiling face and wagging tail saying, “Come on Mom, I need to go out.”

    Lil’ Bear was my Working Service Dog, he was almost 14, a Red Larger than normal Aussie, as well a rescue dog. It was not quite a month from the time, I was faced with the decision to show mercy to our 17 year old collie/Shepherd, that my husband talked me into going to look at dogs, (just to look). That was the day, this Little Red dog, nuzzled my neck and went to sleep like he belonged there and I lost my heart. So in answer to one of your first questions, with the passage of time, only you will know when you are ready.

    Lil’ Bear touched so many lives, as he was with me constantly, was well mannered. Anyone that knew him, loved him. We did seminars, the Great American Teach In, to educate people on the function of a Service Dog. I have been getting calls and texts from all of my friends and those that are only acquaintances consoling me in my hours of grief.

    Sadly, my husband passed in 2003, just two years after we got him. Bear was able to fill the void left by my husband. Bear cared for me when I needed help I had a hard decision and I knew it would break my heart.

    It was not an easy decision to ease his pain, in easing his mine became worse. I too had times that he would bounce back, but I could see as the weekend passed, him getting worse and tired and having difficulty. He didn’t even have the energy to go poop, he was retaining fluid and the doctor said he had developed a heart murmur. She said that he may not even survive the tests.

    Here again, I am faced with the decision to take him home and let him die there, possibly alone. Over 4 short days, I began bringing him his food, yesterday morning he would not eat even from my hand. The morning before I hand fed him, scrambled eggs and corn bread, he refused anything else. He changed his drinking habits, was drinking less and less. He had difficulty standing and would pant. Even now I have remorse and second guessing over the decision and ask myself these questions, did I rush to make a judgment? If I took him home could I have him for just a little bit longer? Should I wait till the grand kids can say goodbye? I wasn’t ready for this yet. It was not what I expected to do when I took him to the vets. It’s too late for second guesses and my heart feels the same way it did when I lost my beloved husband.

    I never regretted getting another dog, but I would not have had it not been for my husband, and look at all the joy I would have missed and maybe I would have died when he helped me stand, steady myself and calmed me when my PTSD kicked in. We saved him, as a puppy, he saved mine time and time again. How could I ever regret getting another dog when his life was so meaningful to mine and so many others that he touched.

    As for same or similar breed. They choose us….. Lil Bear chose me, Kippy the dog before, chose my husband. When Lil’ Bear came home with me that day, we put him on the floor, just 6 weeks old, he went over to our entertainment center on the bottom shelf, was a small picture of Kippy, he went up to it, sat in front of it and began licking the picture. We felt like that was him asking her if it was ok to stay. Obviously it was the right decision.

    Thanks for the opportunity to grieve with you and maybe bring answers to your questions. To all those that have lost their extended family member, my condolences.

  144. Our 15 3/4 Blue Roan Cocker Spaniel ‘Sally’ had to be put down 31st May 2014. We cannot stop crying.

    During the first 2 years of live Sally was purely my dog as I lived alone enjoying a bachelor lifestyle. I would go to work at 850 am and be back at 1210 until 1250 and return again at 1800.

    That was our life and it was great. She was such a happy mad kind loving dog. When Sally met my wife (2nd date) it was for a bbq at my house. I asked Joanne if she was ready and opened the kitchen door. A mad scrabbling of paws, legs and ears as the almost cartoon like dog tried to get traction flew across the room into Johannes surprised arms. Joanne just hugged her and laughed. I then knew Joanne was the one.

    We moved to a city nearer my place of work after I was made redundant and shortly afterwards got another dog (Daisy) to keep Sally company as she pinned as we both worked. (Daisy died 8 years later due to our vets overdosing her with flea/tick chemical). When I proposed to Sally I actually tied a red ribbon to Sally’s collar with a note and the engagement ring. “Will you be my mummy and marry daddy..xxx”.
    18 months after our wedding Ashton was born, followed by Jasmyne 18 months later. It was a super perfect family.

    Sally was always having ops for lumps and bumps, some more serious than others. In early 2013 she struggled to get on the bed, sofa etc. We took her to the vets and it was confirmed she has arthritis. The vets put her on Metacam for the pain. She could not stand up at all then and it was horrible. In that April she had cancerous growth removed from her ear, legs and back (and other places we did not authorize them to take from her). We were also informed she has a heart murmur. She was in a bad state wearing many bandages and a bandana and I feared she would not pull through that night. She cried all night and day for 2 days. I cried with her hardly leaving her bedside. When we asked for painkiller. The vets stated “you are on the highest level of painkiller for the arthritis”. We researched and realized how deadly Metacam was so as soon as we could we started lowered the dose until none and (without vets consultation as we felt we could not trust them – many reasons) we put her on glucosamine/chondroitin tablets and we had a remarkable response within a few days. Her quality of life was much much better until Christmas last year. At Christmas she started to deteriorate, she pooed as she walked as she could not feel all her backend . We could not trust the vets. We would come home sometimes and find her covered poo that she had done and slipped in. We cleaned her up and she would be fine for a while. Her walking got harder and harder until it was only every few days she could walk. It was heartbreaking. Every now and again she would have a burst and run around the room like she was ok and it made us laugh. She then struggled to walk later in those mad evenings with clicking joints.
    In all of this she NEVER cried or whimpered.

    I was working full time and on my last year of my Degree!

    On 8th December my Dad died suddenly. It hurt. On 31st December I was admitted to hospital for a serious of operations on my Throat/mouth.

    Through all this Sally was the one I cuddled when no one was looking. (I was not allowed to touch her for 7 days after the op due to infection risk..). I lived through December/January in a world of my own as was highly drugged up. Joanne could not take sally out for a walk as the kids always played up and was busy looking after my medical needs. Hence Sally was somewhat ignored until February.

    The lead was picked up again late January. Early last week I noticed the muscular determination of her legs was spreading through her and her spin was now starting to stick out. She had always been a ‘firmer’ dog not only eating her own dinner but scraps from the kids etc.

    Last week (Wednesday) we knew it was close and we had been putting it off. I discussed with Joanne that we had to make the appointment and she agreed. But we still did not want to do it and wanted any excuse to back out.
    On Friday last week I asked my 7 year old son to come with me as we took Sally out for her last walk. He held her lead and laughed as she ran in places of the walk. We got in the house and she ran for a few minutes. Joanne and I felt so relieved we could hold on a touch longer. It seemed to be a sign we could leave it a while longer.

    That night she paced around. I tried giving her extra dinner as she loved food. She turned her nose up. By now she was drinking lots of water all the time. She lay in her bed by the side of the bed on Friday and was puffing/panting really hard at about 3am. We got her water. I carried her downstairs (she could not walk up/down stairs by now) and took her into the garden. I put ice cubes in her water to cool her off. Eventually the panting stopped she came back into the house and I carried her back up to her bed.

    Joanne got up with the kids in the morning and took them downstairs. I went to sally and sat with her. She looked at me and could not get up. Water was drooling from her mouth (she never drooled) I tried to calm her down and took her downstairs and outside onto the grass. Her eyes were going from side to side, water was drooling. Like a dying fly she tried to get up but could only spin on her back. I comforted her, I cradled her. I cried out loud. As she had spun poo was coming out and she was covering herself in it. I instantly wiped it off her. On the poo was smeared blood. She had made the decision for us.

    We took her to the vets. On the way she was cradled in my arms and Joanne drove. Just starting at me but looking peaceful and content. I talked gently to her trying not to break into tears.

    At the Vets she seemed a bit more alert and actually started walking (with a limp/bowed legs). She drank but I could see everything was too much an effort. The Vet called us in. I asked for an opinion and she said “what do you want to do”. No advice. “I will support you in any decision you make was all she would say”. There was no choice.

    She warned us that due to age they may not be able to find a vein and maybe have to go through the heart (I missed this bit as was just fetching the kids from the waiting room into the room to say goodbye). The Vet shaved Sally’s leg and found a vein. A nurse was supposed to be helping but just stood there. Sally pulled her leg and the injection slipped out of the leg. She was now bleeding in her leg so the nurse put on a plaster. She went to the other leg and started injecting (sucking up blood at the same time). Still looking into my eyes Sally’s her head got heavier and heavier as I heard her sigh. I laid her down. We asked if that was it. The Vet looked and said no. Her heart was still beating (the heart that had a murmur..). This was barbaric! She said she was going to go into the heart and said it would be gruesome. By then my wife and I were in a mess. The vets stated that for all purses Sally was unconscious and ‘gone’. She asked us if we wanted to leave for that bit. We left the room as the last bit was done. Five minutes later (seemed longer) we said our goodbyes. She was cold, her eyes sunken in. She was gone. We hugged her, we kissed her, we told her we loved her. We said goodbye.

    I feel so guilty for not being there in her last few minutes, but the Vet/assistant were terrible.

    I cannot eat, I cannot stop crying. I miss her so much as does Joanne. When we got home I found out my Children really don’t care and asked if they can have another dog now and continued with their laughter and giggling. Yes we had told them for weeks what was going to happen ‘one day’ and previously looked sad. We wanted them to understand.
    I feel guilty that I could not trust the vets. Joanne and I are in a real mess.

    Sally was in many ways effectively our first child. Now she is gone.

    I cannot stop crying. I am at work today and a complete mess. I cannot tell anyone at work as I know their thought on ‘just a dog’.
    I do not want to forget who Sally was (so painful typing ‘was’) but I need to remove the pain. I have my Uni Finals on Thursday this week, I cannot study.

    I was supposed to be going with my son and his school to a trip on the coast tomorrow. I cannot bear to look at him at the moment never mind going with him on a trip. I am also supposed to be joining him on his first camping trip Saturday night (my birthday on the Sunday). All of it just seems so wrong and I feel the clocks should just stop (silly I know) while Joanne and I get through this.

    It is so painful. I feel so guilty for ignoring Sally at times when I studied for my degree and for when I was ill.


    1. Tony: you are amng friends here that understand that Sally was in some ways more than family. We have been through loss of loved ones like you. It does get easier with time. Today, I have four little friends that greet me every day with a smile. They don’t take the place of those that have passed, but I learned that my heart has room for as many as I am allowed. I hope you consider another family member soon. I know Sally wouldn’t want you to be sad. God bless.

      1. Randy

        Many thanks for your kind comments, we really appreciate it. It really helps when others understand the unique relationship one has with their furry friends which are as unique as human friends. Those people without dogs do not realise that a dog is there all the time with unconditional love and warmth through thick and thin. Some dogs are really special.

        At the moment even though we have two children the house is empty. I instinctively still look for Sally under the table and in the garden. Back from work today, nobody treated me with a waggy tail and big lick. Its going to take time. But it has helped sharing and we really appreciate you typing those kind words.

        At the moment I could not bear the thought of another dog but know deep down that for me, a life without such a friend is not a full life.
        Thank you for being a friend.


  145. Virginia,

    Thank you for this article and thank you everyone for the comments.

    This story hits close to home. Yesterday I lost my mini-Aussie Charlie who was only 3 1/2. I always left him loose in the house because he never got into anything when I was out of the house. Yesterday I came home and he didn’t run to greet me. I knew something was wrong and found him. I’d opened a new bag of cat food for my cat and in my rush in the morning, I didn’t throw away the old bag. He probably was trying to lick the inside of the bag but got it stuck on his head and couldn’t get it off. When I found him he’d been gone for awhile which makes me think it happened right when I left for work. I can’t help but feel responsible, I can’t believe I didn’t throw out the bag on the way out. I’m usually so careful and my house is dog-proofed, he has a harness for the car and I always took extra precautions with him. I know it’ll take time but I am a single girl and he was my kid, friend and side-kick. He made me feel safe and slept beside my bed at night. We did a lot together – hiking, fly ball, and constant trips to he dog park. I miss him so much and can’t stop crying. I don’t know if I’ll get another dog for awhile because he was just such a great dog and I feel as though I’ll be let down by a new dog. I might end up with another one but it’s way too fresh right now.

    Thanks again for your article, my friends and family have been supportive but the hurt is just very deep.

    1. Kate,

      That is such a tragic story. I’m so, so sorry for your loss. We have a new puppy now, a 5.5 month old mini Aussie, and he’s wonderful. Our only regret is that we didn’t get another one sooner. Dogs are such a joy. All the best to you during this tough time.

      1. We lost one of our dogs to epileptic seizures almost a year ago. It was sudden and unexpected, and we were devas tated. We were fortunate though, in that we were spared the decision of whether or when to get another dog. Just over a month before this happened, we had agreed to foster a darling little long-haired chihuahua, and he inserted himself so completely into our home and family, both two-legged and 4 legged, that we ended up adopting him. So in essence, we already had our “replacement” dog. And no, it’s not a matter of “replacing” the one we lost, but of opening our hearts to another, and he has in many ways been a comfort to us, though we all, including our older dog, are still grieving for the lost little one. Still, he and his “big bro” give us something to look forward to every day.

  146. My husband and I just lost our baby girl Remmie yesterday. She was only 2 1/2 years old and we are heartbroken. My husband was with her in a field by our house. She was a bird dog and loved sniffing out birds and chasing them up. She happened to chase up a bird by the ditch near a road and started running after it and ended up on the road. My husband screamed at her to come back and as she turned to look at him a semi hit her and it was too late. I miss her so much, but its only been one day and I know it will get easier with time. We buried her in our favorite spot in our woods – next to her pond and in a grove of beautiful pine trees. We plan on making a trail out to her place and cleaning it up really nice just for her. My husband and I know we want another dog – eventually. We just don’t know when. In getting another dog we know we won’t be replacing Rem, because no dog possibly could! She was perfect in our eyes and had a one-of-a-kind personality. This house is just too quiet, empty, and lonely without her here. I want to get another lab/retreiver. She looked more like a retreiver and had a rusty look to her fur. And a girl. My husband is wanting to name our next baby Remmie in remembrance and in honor of our first baby, but Idk how I feel about that yet. I guess when we meet our next baby – if she looks like a “Remmie” that’s what she will be.

  147. Reading these comments might have saved me from a really bad depression. I lost my dog on Sunday and I can’t even write about it because I feel extremely empty, helpless and like I could die of sadness. It was a tragic accident and I was there. The horrible images haunt me everyday and I can almost feel sick every time they come to my mind. Today, I feel better and a bit more hopeful. Work is helping but it’s just hard, way too hard to even acknowledge that I’ve lost my only child, my best friend, the source of my encouragement and happiness.
    I hope one day I’ll stop blaming myself and find a more peaceful approach to this loss.
    I send my condolences and best wishes to all people out there struggling with the loss of their pets.

  148. Thankyou for all your comments, it’s 1.47am and I’m up, can’t sleep, and can’t stop crying as I miss my little sharpei, Ming, and Alfie my big sharpei replacement? Ming Ming was 15 years old and me being so smart? rescued Alfie who was 8 years at the time, with Ming being 11 years old then .. It was match made in heaven … they were so different, quiet and cheeky .. knowing that sharpei’s only live to around 12 years or so .. I thought I’d get back up ?? and it wouldn’t hurt so much as Ming was suppose to in theory die first.. well I wasn’t to know .. Alfie died suddenly 50m from the vets 10 weeks ago, they say a seizure? .. (still think I should I just driven just a bit faster !! )I could of saved him somehow .. he wasn’t suppose to go first, then my Ming died 4 weeks ago, both gone in 8 weeks. So much for the big plan, life does what it wants and you have no control over it .. now I hurt twice as much …. the nights are long, Ming always slept at the foot of my bed and Alfie had the cushion beside the bed .. now the room is silent and empty;;;;I come home and put the key in the door and for 3 or 4 seconds I expect their usual greeting
    Now there’s nothing !!! I started to consider replacement but I’m frightened of the pain, what if I don’t connect or just live in a nightmare of reminders? I was on gumtree and a sharpei had been found and surrendered to a vets .. the dog is identical to my Ming, it sent me in a spin, my heart lifted because I thought ” she not dead, she’s back. Is this dog for me? Has Ming sent this one to help me through my grief or am I just going loopy ? Is it too early, or am I just trying to escape the emptiness inside me ? Will it help or just hurt more, even my sons thought it was Ming … every dog is different to look at, even if it’s the same breed, but trust me, she is the twin of my dog that has died. This dog was found abandoned on the freeway 2 days after the passing of Ming … The original owners of Alfie have offered a granddaughter puppy of Alfie too … what should I do?? can anyone advise me please .. or as they say ” let sleeping dogs ly” sorry the spellings rough, but the pain has eased from writing this down .. It’s a relief to know I’m not the only one who feels grief about losing a dog/s … your posts have had calming effect ..the people I thought I knew just look confused ” as in, it’s just a dog”, god, get over it”, but they were a part of me 24/7, my unconditional family and I feel I’ve lost myself .. even when I was sad Ming would come and paw me, and put her paw out until I’d pat her and she would ly beside me until I felt better, just making little talking noises and nuzzle you with her soft head .. they both snored like troupers, hence why I don’t want to sleep .. the bedroom is empty and the silence is tangible in the darkness of the night .. I’ve now lost both my best friends … and I can’t find my way out of this nightmare … best wishes and know that I know exactly how you feel

    1. Vivienne

      I know the pain. As above we lost Sally just over 2 weeks ago. Last night was the first night my wife and I slept properly. The house feels empty and dead even though we have a 6 year old daughter and 7 year son. I have wanted to fill that void and get another dog. But no dog would ever be Sally. For me I need to wait until I can think properly.

      Every dog is different and even if the dog you saw looked like Alfie, he would never be Alfie and would have a different character. You may then start to resent the other dog. Some people can get a replacement straight away. I cannot and have to work out of this deep depression as staring at a blank wall or switched off TV is not doing me any good. I felt better once I could start eating again and trying to stay on healthy food.

      Please try and give yourself time. I saw the spitting image of Sally being walked near me 3 days after her death. I wanted to jump out of the car and swoop her up (the owners may have been a bit dismayed..). However I knew it was not Sally. Having the ashes at home makes it more real she is dead. I unconciously look for her the house and get food ready. Its habit. Without my wife I would be a basketcase as she feels the same and we comfort each other and talk about all te good times (and naughty times when she played up). I hope you have someone to help you through this.

      Wishing you all the best.


      1. Thankyou for your advise, I did follow my gut and call the pound and found that the lost dog, that looked so much like my dog had been released to the original owners who had lost her. I’m now peaceful that she’s found her home. My Ming’s ashes sit with Alfies at the back of the shelf as I’m not quiet ready to remember, just bit’s at a time. I realise there is no replacement just yet. But in my blinding grief and pain I was desperate to find something to stop it. Your posts about the guilt .. have helped as I’m haunted by Alfie’s seizure and rethink of all the what if’s, I did the same thing and made the vet try to bring him back in the parking lot at the vets. Kept saying to them, he was breathing at the last set of lights, he can’t be gone, no no. I don’t feel so alone because I have the comfort of your posts, reading them gives me a form of release and undestanding … we all have loved and lost something that was dear to us and they left huge holes in our hearts as a result of their unconditional love, loyalty and memories, not the mention the antics, habits they left us with.. one was lightning, Ming would always sleep at the foot of the bed, just leaning into the curve of my knee, but when she heard lightning, she would come up the bed and put her head under my armpit and make me hold her while she trembled. Try stroking a dog for hours at 3am!! but I loved her for this, if I stopped stroking and murmuring to her, she would bump her head again into my armpit as if to say keep patting me as I can still hear the lightning. I found turning the TV on worked. Another favourite was food time, she’d empty her bowl, then come and find me and drag her paw down my leg and wait, and she would keep on doing this until I’d stop what I was doing and go and put more food in her bowl .. they are so smart and know what they can get away with .. I’d like to think I owned them, but they actually owned me ..I renovate houses and restore things, when I’m not working up north or overseas. But now I just stare at the walls, I’ve tried putting the coffee table where their cushions were near the front window (how dare the postman walk up the drive and put a letter in the mailbox, a good bark from inside the house soon got rid of him ) .. I smile and wince at the lovely memories they left me with … and I know …… time should make it easier ? I will not forget them, they were my shadows …when it was late and I’d be working outside, the pair would get up and just stand and stare with a little jumps, turning themselves towards the house, that was their way of saying, Hey! it’s too late to be outside and we won’t go in until you do … Thankyou for all your kind words and advise on how to get through this …

    2. Vivienne, I am smiling now as I read your post, only because there is a little puppy sitting next to me licking my face. I know exactly how you feel and am so sorry. I too, lost two dogs within weeks of each other last winter. I couldn’t even breathe, the pain was so deep. Everywhere I went, I seemed to pass a place that they loved, then I would find a toy under the couch or a chewy stick on the lawn. It was a living nightmare. I waited to even think about another dog. I was frozen, at a standstill. I felt so empty inside that I eventually couldn’t keep from looking– first only for a minute, then for an hour, there I was on Petfinder. Soon I was on there all the time. I was shut out by so many who sent applications for the same dog. And then, I thought about it, I was looking for the wrong dog. I was looking for the same dog as one of mine who died, the younger one whose death was a complete surprise. A black spaniel mix,her name was Indie and she was my shadow, always with me wherever I went. After months, it just never worked out. I just couldn’t seem to adopt “my” dog. I decided to focus on adopting a completely different kind of dog, sent in my application for a red and white spaniel mix from Tennessee and got he! I felt so unsure through the whole process but I did leave it in the hands of fate. I could never replace Indie, I knew that and lived it every day, through all those months of mourning. But I could feel the happiness again. It’s been over a month. I clean up three pee pees on the floor every day, and have hands raw from the nibbles, but I am happy again. It just takes one look at this little curious face, with bouncing ears and white whiskers popping out all over the place. Such joy. One day, I even said outloud without realzing, “Indie, we got a great one,” Indie is still right here in my heart. If the feeling I have now could be felt by you for just one moment, you would adopt another dog. You will, maybe two. You will be happy again, and so will your new dog, to find such a loving mom. Good luck too you. You are definitely not alone.

    3. I would like to say I am ever so sorry for your loss. It will get better. I know just how hard it is. When my most beloved Misty died it sent me into a tailspin and right before delivering my first child (1 day exactly) so needless to say PPD here I am! That was 8 years ago now. I still think of her, but now I smile when I do. Her way of bringing me such joy, will last my whole life. I am sure of it. I have had other pets since losing her. But somehow it has not been the same. My Misty was my girl. I loved her so deeply, and she loved me. She would come to me and snuggle and I had spent quite a few days crying on her beautiful fur (she was a Chow Chow). The bond we shared has not been able to be replaced yet. I know that seeing a exact look-alike to your Ming has brought forth many emotions. Follow your heart is my advice. If you are still in so much pain that you are not sleeping, it may be too soon for another dog. But you also may be ready. The best advice I can give is take your time. Another dog will never replace Ming or Alfie. Your heart will hold on to them forever. If it feels right adopt that dog that looks like Ming (Has Ming sent this one to help me through my grief or am I just going loopy ? Is it too early, or am I just trying to escape the emptiness inside me ? Will it help or just hurt more, even my sons thought it was Ming … every dog is different to look at, even if it’s the same breed, but trust me, she is the twin of my dog that has died. This dog was found abandoned on the freeway 2 days after the passing of Ming … The original owners of Alfie have offered a granddaughter puppy of Alfie too … what should I do?? can anyone advise me please .. ) Whatever you decide, take your time and do not rush. Getting another dog will not remove the pain of losing Ming and Alfie, but they will be a part of you forever. GOD bless my dear. May you find the peace you so deserve right now. Take care.

  149. I never and I mean never comment on anything on the internet, but I found this while scouring the internet for some peace, something to help me through loosing my sweet sweet Elliot. My husband and I rescued Elliot “Ellie” when she was just 4 months old. We are newly married, no children and she was the first dog for either of us. She was a shepherd mix and quickly, quickly become the light of our lives. We like to say she was a “hot mess” of a puppy, before we adopted her we were told she had survived parvo, our champ. Shortly after being adopted we had her treated for mange and worms, we healed her up and she stole our hearts. She was a crazy girl, who loved to run, chew up comforters, chew up anything really and torment our cat. We took such good care of her, tried our hardest to keep her safe. Ellie had just turned 14 months old, just a pup. On Saturday, we took a day trip to my great aunts home, as soon as we arrived, my husband and Ellie got out of the car, Ellie was stretching after being in the car for 2 hours, she always stayed near us, never running away, she was sniffing around and starting getting closer to the street. My husband called for her to come, he was only 2 feet away from her but after spending 2 hours in the car, she thought it was play time, she ran into the street, my husband ran after her, screamed for her to stop, a car was coming and he flayed his arms, for the driver to stop, he was screaming for the driver to stop, but they never stopped. My Ellie was gone immediately. We rushed her to an emergency vet but they said she was gone, I screamed for them to try and revive her, they did because I asked, but she was gone. I’m sorry I am writing this in so much detail, I just feel such immense immense guilt. I feel like I let her down. The “what if’s” won’t stop, I can’t get rid of this gut wrenching feeling. I miss her desperately and I don’t know how or if this will get better. We are now dog people because of Elliot. The house doesn’t feel like a home. Every thing has an Ellie memory. Getting another dog feels like such a betrayal to my girl.

  150. I found this blog and website today and have found comfort in all of everyone’s experiences. We share your sadness and struggles.

    We had to put our dog Ruby down on Monday (less than 48hrs ago) and my husband and I are total wrecks. I was unable to have children and we adopted Ruby – a pitt bull lab mix – the year I had to have a hysterectomy. She was 2 when we got her and she was about 15-15.5 when she left us. The arthritis in her hind legs got the best of her and when the repaired ACL in one of her hind legs appeared to break- free on Sunday, we could no longer deny the truth. We called the vet on Monday and took the last appt before our vet was going on vacation leave; our visions of how our Ruby would be in 10 days (when our vet returned) scared us enough to take her on Monday. We fed her her favorite canned lamb and gravy meal for lunch (the first she would eat in 24 hours), gave her treats, and took her to the park where she limped around. We took a ton of photos and video that I am so grateful for. We then put her in the car and I held her up so she could hang her head out the window and feel the breeze. She looked so happy with the wind on her face. The vet told us it was the best gift we could give her to release her from the pain. It was the hardest thing we will ever do.

    I’m an artist and have a studio at home as well as outside the home. The studio in the home is our basement where Ruby lived the last years of her life due to the arthritis; we referred to it as her downstairs apartment. I can barely stand to be there now and shake when I try to hold a paintbrush. I have an art show this weekend so we are grateful to be able to get away; the house is so empty without her.

    We know that we definitely want to get another dog but everything is so raw right now. We will wait and allow ourselves to grieve and feel that one day we will wake up and know when the time is right.

    I wish you all love and light; that’s what our pets give us.

    All My Best,

  151. Dear Stephanie:

    I am sorry to hear about Ellie; my thoughts are with you.

    From your story I know that she is deep inside of you and will always be a part of you. You never let her down; you rescued her and gave her love she never otherwise would have had.

    We, too, are grieving, and doing our best to stay busy.

    The pain is indescribable; please know that you are not alone.


    1. Cat

      I truly feel your pain. Arthritis is awful in a dog and I watched it waste away Sally over 2 years and she died a similar age to Ruby (15 3/4). Her beds (she had an upstairs bed I carried her to every night) and downstairs are still there. I cannot move them yet.

      I have found it easier to be out of the house than in it.

      The love you shared with her is a unique love. Dogs don’t argue and are always there for you no matter how grumpy etc you are.

      Ellie, I lost a 12 month puppy as a teenager in a similar way. A car racing down the street spooked our dog and pulled the lead out my mothers hands. Straight under the car.. The images still haunt me now.

      I wish you both well. Try to remember the good times. Its hard but better than remembering the last moments. Maybe you may even smile. I have managed to push the last moments out of my thoughts. I cannot bear to think those and in reality those moments are not the dog you loved.

      Love to both of your families


  152. Hello Cat;
    I am also an artist and I felt exactly the same way you did about picking up a paintbrush. After my father died I could not do anything artistic. I tried several times and got so frustrated I had to put my paintbrushes down and my paints away, I mostly use oils but have recently found a new love for acrylics. We had to put down our 9 month old solid black German Sheppard 10 years ago that we named Clovis (for the indian arrowheads my husband so loves-they are rare and very valuable). Watching the vet shave his leg for the injection was so hard to watch. He looked at us and we kissed his head and said we were so sorry and that we love you. He closed his eyes and that was it, he was gone. My husband is one of those manly men you would never see cry. Well he sat down with his face in his hands and cried uncontrollably for about 10 minutes. I just cried the same way as I fell to the ground in pain. Putting our beloved pets down is so hard but sometimes the best thing for them even though it hurts us so much. You see Clovis had an extreme case of hip displaysia (his father was from the from the Rin Tin Tin bloodline) and would have to be heavily medicated for the rest of his life. So we made the worst decision any pet owner has to make, to put him down. I know how you feel and I am very sorry for your loss. May GOD bless you infinitely during this time of great sadness. My thoughts are with you. Take care Cat.

  153. Dear Tony:

    Sorry to hear about Sally; we, too carried Ruby around for the past 6 months.She had bathroom issues and I had to wash her bedding frequently. We had the same “poop issues” with Ruby, dragging poop back into the house on her paws and elsewhere. My husband and I could not bear to look at her empty pillow so we threw it out immediately Tuesday morning (trash pickup). Even though it smelled of urine, I cut a piece of the cloth from it to keep; it has Ruby’s smell and has somehow comforted me. It was only this morning that we cleaned her dog bowls (with half eaten food left in it), and put them away. Our first appt to put Ruby down was the date of your post on June 2. We couldn’t do it and cancelled. Of course we knew things wouldn’t get better, and they only got worse. I know in my heart we had to set her free; I wonder if I will ever stop crying.

    And Kathryn, thank you for sharing your experience, especially being an artist. It means a lot. My husband must be related to yours b/c he did the same thing! He never cries and completely broke down when we were at the vet on Monday afternoon. And one or both of us have broken down each hour since Monday. Its been crazy.

    One of the positive things we started last night is a Word doc where I wrote a poem to Ruby and we then started remembering soooooooooo many things she did and characteristics we loved about her. We have each worked on the document and we’re already on page 9! It has been very helpful to develop this “Ruby journal” and let it all out. There are so many things we thought of that she hasn’t done for years b/c of the arthritis – it has been really helpful to remember. We are considering making a book out of it, just for us.

    Thanks again Tony and Kathryn –

    I appreciate your kind words more than I can say

    Take good care,

  154. My fiance and I lost our 18-month old pup on fathers day. We are lost without her and i don’t think I’ve quit crying since it happened. I found this post great to read in my time of grieving. And we too are trying to decide if and when to get another dog and whether we want a puppy or to adopt an older dog. I don’t want to replace our girl but its so lonely without a dog at home.

  155. Me and my mom had to put our beloved dog Shih Tzu Angel Down on Mon June 16,2014 she was 14 she has diabetes was blind weak stop eating drinking no strength at all we gave her Haagen Dazs vanilla ice cream ensure to help her regulate her sugar we miss her dearly she was my friend muffin flopsy

  156. Dear Regan & Alfonso:

    It’s been a tough week for all of us. I’m sorry to hear about your 18-month old pup and about Angel. From my own experience, my husband and I are letting ourselves cry, trying to eat and sleep (both hard to do), and keeping busy. We are also trying to remember everything we loved about our dog Ruby and writing it down on our computer in a Word doc; somehow this is helping us to cope. Our house is so totally quiet and empty, but we are in no way ready to get another dog as we are still grieving our dear Ruby and will be for some time.

    Take your time; my thoughts are with you both.

  157. My Penny and Bean.

    I had my five girls – only one of them was 2 legged. Two other’s are Chihuahua’s and two beagles. My 2 legged got married and moved down south leaving me to grieve and readjust as she was my whole entire life at that time. It was the 4 legged girls that saw me through it to the other side, and oh how their cries of joy when I came home from work each night was better than any medicine in the world. One night I was hugging my youngest beagle Penny and felt “the lumps”. Long story short, it was Lymphoma and I was shattered. I immediately went to work! New diet, more and better exercise…even a few underground “supplements” were tried. Yes, I had connections. I was 1000% positive we were going to beat this. I’d put my hand under her chin and look into her gorgeous, loving brown eyes and say “don’t you worry, I got this”. She believed me……she was as happy as could be during this time. We were on a natural high for awhile, but slowly things changed. I started sleeping downstairs. I pushed the loveseat over to the couch and I’d sleep holding her paw in my hand. She wore my magnetic pearl necklace. I’d get down on the floor and sing Barney’s song “I love you, you love me, we’re a happy family….”. Then one day, she just couldn’t breath right and within a week I had to let my precious beautiful 8 year old baby go. I was so traumatized, I could feel my spirit leave with her. I was just numb. She was my shadow. We called her Penny Penguin because she’d run so fast behind me, doing this side to side dance, looking just like a little Penguin. I buried her in the back yard and my best friend bought her a dog house because she hated getting wet. I couldn’t stop crying….all day, everyday. Driving my car, in front of customers…it didn’t matter. I wanted her back and I was lost. In the meantime, I had contacted everyone I could think of – some famous/well known authors, to pray for my little Penny. One of them was kind enough to write back and tell me that it was OK. That if Penny needed to go, it was OK, she would still be with me…and she could even come back to me in a new body. I really don’t care how people take that, it was what I needed to hear at the time and I believed it. So of course, I started looking for my Penny again, but she was no where to be found. One night, about 4 months later, a customer came into my store carrying an I-don’t-know-what mess. It was a 10 year old Chihuahua that was on it’s way to a kill shelter. It’s owner abandoned it and it had been passed from home to home, crate to crate. I will never forgot what a sight he was. skinny body with bones showing. Huge bags under his eyes. A floppy ear, his nails were so long, and teeth sticking out in every direction. He wasn’t fixed either. I heard myself saying “I’ll take him” (meaning foster). Oh, and did I mention that baby Cujo liked to show his gums while he growled and if you made a move, he’d bite? I named him Bean. This was a year and a half ago. Of course, Beanie quickly stole my heart – crooked teeth and all. Today he is fixed, nails trimmed, his body is plump and the bags under his eyes are gone. He still has his floppy ear but it’s what I love best about him. He lays on the ground on his side, and runs in circles, wagging his tail when he sees me coming. He’s the only one out of all my dogs that sits on Penny’s green chair outside (she used to sit and watch the birds). He also does this Penguin thing sometimes when he’s really excited. He isn’t my Penny, he is his very own sweet self, but I do believe Penny sent him to help me heal.

  158. I can totally sympathise with your article and I’m so sorry for your loss.
    I lost a cat over a year ago: he came from a rescue centre and was extremely timid at first but I spent hours and hours being with him and talking to him and he learned to trust me and I became his human. We had an incredibly strong bond. He would always sit on the arm of my chair and loved to give me head-butts! Even now I’m sad to write about it.
    He died very suddenly and unexpectedly and I took 2 days off work sick as I was too upset to function properly. On my return, my boss and the head of site took me into a room and asked why I’d been off (I just wrote ‘death’ on my form, not who died). The head said ‘I heard it was just a cat’, which I responded to with full on crying – he had absolutely no understanding that I could be so upset over an animal.
    Anyway, I suffered with months of raw emotion, even though our other 3 cats were still with us, and seeing how much Tigger also missed him was also upsetting. Eventually, over a year later, we got another cat, a male kitten with the energy to play with Tigger and keep him happy.
    The first couple of months were hideous – territorial scent marking, stressed cats – but now it has all settled down. The new boy chases and plays with Tigger and both seem very happy together, he also snuggles up for naps with our oldest cat who appreciates the warmth.
    For us humans he will never fill the hole left by my original cat, but he is absolutely wonderful in his own way – with our young daughter he is calm and tolerant, he is soft and cuddly, funny, loving, mischievous and beautiful and I wouldn’t change him for the world. I know I’m setting myself up for another huge heartbreak in the long run, but I’d rather have this joy to mourn one day than never experience it.

  159. My dog passed away more than a year ago and this article still brought tears to my eyes. It is a very hard thing to get over, especially when your dog dies in a tragic, unexpected way. So sorry. I hope you are finding comfort in happy memories.

    I’d first like to share how my dog passed – a kind of raise awareness statement. She suffocated inside of a potato chip bag. I looked into it online and this has happened to several dogs. I wish I had known about it before. So I’m trying to spread the word.. https://www.facebook.com/PreventPetSuffocation?fref=nf

    My dog was 11.5 and I’d had her for 8 years. She was my constant companion, best friend and confidant. I cried and couldn’t move from the couch for 3 straight days afterwards. For 3 months I would wake up at night with something close to a panic attack as I realized, almost for the first time, that she was gone. The constant hurting is gone, but I still think about her every day.

    We got a new dog 5 months later. It was like you said, it wouldn’t be her, but a new dog would help me heal. I wanted to get the same breed. I was even more drawn to the ones that looked like her. It was clear that initially I wanted to replace my old dog, even though I knew it wasn’t possible. And I was terrified that I would hate this new dog because it wasn’t her..

    We knew immediately which dog to pick (we met several at a breed rescue). We’ve had her for 8 months now and she’s been wonderful. Much nicer than my old dog, to both dogs and people. She’s more submissive so she listens better and has been easier to train. But she’s not my old dog. And I won’t say I’ve had regrets about getting her, but sometimes I do think bitter, unwanted thoughts that compare her to my old dog. “Casey would never have done that”.. And when people say how much better she was than my old dog, I want to slap them.. Because she’s not.. My old dog was better..

    I love this dog, don’t get me wrong, but the loss of my old best friend continues to linger with me. And it’s hard to keep those negative emotions at bay sometimes. Even with a dog as great as the one I have now. I realize that it will take a while to reach with her the point that I was at with my old girl who I had for so long.

    This article is old, so I’m sure you’ve made a decision already. But I think getting a new dog was the right choice for me, even if it’s taking a long time for me to get used to her. Your new dog will never be like the old one, and that’s been something hard for me to come to terms with. But I’m constantly finding ways to love this new girl for who she is.

    PS – these things are hard to admit.. even to myself. Just trying to be honest.

  160. I am touched by the stories and heartened by your research. First of all, thank you.
    Just over a year ago, I lost my most euphoric and energized beautiful Finnigan- a 3/4 standard poodle golden doodle. He was just 71/2 and counts as the most bonded relationship I have known. His last few months were all about honouring each day in the best way we could, taking on smaller adventures than my super-athlete had once managed, eating homemade organic meals and loads of bones and beef and all the things he loved. Devoted to the core, I insisted his energy and wellbeing, his desires were all met. And we had some fun in this, even if there were 8 walks through the snow some nights. The only certain thing which was predictable about each day was its unpredictability. Finni had been diagnosed with lymphoma over a few months-but there were 2 dramatic events that weren’t accounted for by his vets and even the brilliant OVC Cancer Care facility here in Guelph, ON. Despite my recounting his symptoms at Christmas, it took some time to understand that he had also suffered 1 major and 1 minor stroke. (very rare) Finni survived, even thrived on life terms long enough for me to journal, for him to visit every one of his friends and bring a stick to each of them. (His instantence, not mine…it took me a while to realize what he was doing). I began my journey in Pet Grief and Loss group counselling, spoke to close friends, captured his vocalizations, even to make a second-a-day video of his last 2 months with me.
    All along, I sang our song, told him not to be scared, that Mummy would be ok and always asked him to tell me when he was ready to go on his next journey. He did! It was abundantly clear with his outstretched paws asking for a hug and his lingering on the garden path-in retrospect, having a final look around. As we took off to a routine bandage change, I don’t think I was conscious of the fact that this was his last morning with me.
    And do you know what? I learned a lot from him always and especially those 4 months- to honour each day, live in the moment and do what you feel like, to love unconditionally and to communicate most effectively with him, and with close friends.

    The Grief and Loss Counsellor gave me ways to wear my time with him like a healed scar and badge of honour-to minimize re-opening the wound. I did this by going on many of the adventures I had taken him on, visit the places we used to go and maybe take a tennis ball along to leave behind. For a few days I took his leash along with me and slowly, overtime, boxed up and stored his things as I was ready, leaving his stinky collar on my headboard.
    I am thankful to have his ashes too. As the timing felt right, I have sprinkled those ashes at my former home in English Bay, Vancouver where he was a pup, at his fave swim spot at Collingwood and even under Guelph garden peonies in full bloom.
    And that dog-my first love was offered SO MUCH more than those 4 months. One friend pointed out to me that with all the mountains we’d climbed, travels we’d undertaken, swim spots we’d tried-he probably lived exactly 2 lives of adventures and just used up his heart beats more quickly having all that fun!

    So, it was a reflective summer-too quiet and lonely for certain but okay all the same. I was ‘planning’ on waiting a year to somehow go through one of each of the seasons without Finni or any dog by my side. And then….oh yes, a truly magnificent 1 year old poodle needed a new home-ahh those soulful eyes all alone, needing a home without kids and to be top dog.
    6 months to the very day, Oli Poodles and I became a family. And yes, in agreement with others’ comments, he could not be more different a personality than Finni- very similar traits, completely opposite characters. Clearly, the universe had different plans for me than the ones I had in mind.

    I wasn’t certain I could love another dog, or stop feeling guilty when I did.
    My crying didn’t stop for a while either but it did become less about trauma then more about the sweet memories and sometime now, even tears of laughter and memories of his antics. Wierd huh?
    Oli is a magnificent gift who I am free to love as much as I ever have.
    I am so sorry for your loss. And I know one thing for certain…you will intuitively know when the timing is right and when the dog is right for you-because that dog will appear and let you know that you are precisely who they want to love and walk beside. Dogs have a say in all of it! I promise.
    Wishes and Wags,
    Carol, Oli & the Spirit of Finni too.

  161. I saw this somewhere and wanted to repost it, I would credit the author if I knew who it was. I you are the author than I offer you my most sincere thanks for sharing this with me.

    A Dog’s Will

    Before humans die, they write their last will and testament,
    Give their home and all they have, to those they leave behind.
    If, with my paws, I could do the same, this is what I’d ask

    To a poor and lonely stray I’d give
    my happy home.
    My bowl and cozy bed soft pillows and all my toys.
    The lap which I loved so much, the tender, loving touch.
    The hand that stroked my fur and sweet voice that called my name.

    I’d will to the sad scared shelter dog, the place I had in my humans loving heart of which that seemed no bounds.
    So, when I die, please do not say “I will never have a pet again, for the loss and pain is more than I can stand.”
    Instead find an unloved dog. One whose life held no joy or hope, and give my place to him.
    This is the only thing I can give… The love I left behind.
    This is my inheritance! My last will and testament

  162. Jim I researched on Google and the ‘author is unknown’.
    That is so beautiful. Thank you for sharing:) God Bless

    To Regina Luff: it was May 26th you responded to my post; as I lost my Codie girl 4/29/13 at 14; she had to be put down. It has been 1yr and almost 2months
    After reading all the posts and new posts on ”losing a dog” it really helped me. God Bless all you who have lost your babies and gained new ones. Love and prayers to ALL:) Thank you all for sharing.
    Today June 27th I went to meet a pup from the rescue S.T.A.R. at noon. I was inquiring on a female and she is lab collie beagle mix. I did not see any picture and just knew she was the runt of a litter. She is beautiful blonde w/big brown eyes that would melt me. I am so happy and I feel whole again. btw she is 5months now and had her shots/rabies. She is so adoreable and the training begins:):) I have 2 cats that were brought up w/my Codie girl and it will take time and patience and soon they will all be one big happy family. I love them all:)
    I feel for each and everyone of you who have lost and we all grieve different. So may you all find peace and tranquility in time. LOVE

  163. A Dog’s Last Will and Testament
    (Author unknown)

    Before humans die, they write their last Will & Testament, and give their home and all they have to those they leave behind. If, with my paws, I could do the same, this is what I’d ask….

    To a poor and lonely stray I’d give:

    My happy home.
    My bowl, cozy bed, soft pillows and all my toys.
    The lap which I loved so much.
    The hand that stroked my fur and the sweet voice which spoke my name.
    I’d will to the sad scared shelter dog the place I had in my human’s heart, of which there seemed no bounds.

    So when I die please do not say, “I will never have a pet again, for the loss and pain is more than I can stand.” Instead go find an unloved dog; one whose life has held no joy or hope and give MY place to him.

    This is the only thing I can give…the love I left behind.

  164. I Am Still Here!!!
    Charlie was a dark chocolate lab/pit mix rescue we found in 1999 at MacArthur Park downtown Los Angeles, CA. He was a soul mate; we shared a wonderful life together. He has recently passed in May of 2014. He was having old age problems like all dogs do. Nevertheless, at times, his puppy energy came out. He had a growing tumor that the Doctor recommended we remove, so we did. Since the surgery, he started going downhill. I had scheduled the Vet to come to the house to evaluate his condition. I prepared myself that we might have to euthanize him during the visit. I spent the whole day with him; hugging, kissing, and feeding him all his favorite foods (pizza, cheese, pretzels, treats etc…). I had a dear friend that Charlie adored come hangout with us. Charlie was having so much fun and had so much energy that I started second-guessing myself – maybe he wasn’t as sick as I thought? All day I was having a hard time realizing this could be his last day.

    The doorbell rang and my heart just dropped. The Doctor entered to examine Charlie. He recommended we put Charlie on steroids for a few weeks to see how he would progress- while we were discussing what medications to administer; Charlie got up from his bed, made his rounds throughout the house, came back, and then Collapsed. He had a stroke. I held him in my arms while the Doctor started the process. I told him I loved him and he would always be my puppy. I was there when he took his last breath and felt his soul leave once his heart stopped beating.

    Charlie knew it would be too difficult for me to make the decision so he made it for me! I had taken care of him all his life and by me being there at his time of need made it easier for him to let go. I sometimes wonder if I didn’t agree to do the surgery – if he would still be here? I will never know that answer but, I did what I thought was best for my buddy. Friends constantly say I should not blame myself.

    It’s been six week since his passing and I have had quite a few visits in dreams from my beloved Charlie.

    In one dream, I was awaked by Charlie as he was jumping on my bed wanting me to take him out as he always did early every morning. I woke up and for a moment felt like it was just another day having to get up to take him out- until I realized it was just a dream.

    Most recently, I had a dream that he was standing next to me looking strong and healthy, I was hugged, and kissing him- I could feel and smell him- It felt so real. When I woke up, I finally felt at peace!

  165. I don’t quite know how I got to this article, but I’m so glad I did. I had to have my 14 yr old Aussie put to sleep almost 3 weeks ago. I can’t believe how difficult this has been. He isn’t the first dog or pet I’ve lost, but he was special. I met him by accident the first day of his life, and held him and decided he was mine. I’ve spent the last 3 weeks trying to remember every minute we had together, to hold on to every memory of him. I can’t believe how fresh the loss feels every day. I know most other people in my life think I shouldn’t be crying so much at this point, and I would like to be happier, but he had a huge part in my life and a huge part in my heart. I have another dog, and I’m trying to keep a stiff upper lip for him, to take him on his walks and brush him and all those little things every day…it just seems like the color has gone out of the world. I know he had a great life for a dog and didn’t suffer, and he knew real, devoted love every day, and gave it back.

    I’ll get another dog. I don’t know when, and I don’t know if it will be a puppy or a rescue. I think I’ll know, just like I knew the first time I held him.

  166. I lost my best friend Zeus (Golden retriever) just 3 weeks ago. My husband got him for me when I just arrived to this new country 12 years ago. Since my husband and I never had kids, he became the baby of the house, the center of attention. He was the best dog in this world for me. Sweet, crazy, playful, sport minded, loyal and very trustworthy. The vet missed his symptoms greatly and when he finally knew it was pulmonary edema it was too late. He was 11.5 years and his dead was shocking to me. I really thought he was going to be around at least 3-4 years more. I fed him the best quality food possible, exercise him daily, gave him tons of love and planned vacations with him. My life feels really empty right now. I don’t even feel like running, walking or hiking anymore. I know I am depressed and I have been looking fro dog on the internet and I know it is too soon. I know all I want is to have him back. I saw they have a golden retriever 6 years old in a shelter, and he looks very similar to my Zeus, and I have been so tempted to go and adopt him but I am not sure if is a good idea. I don’t want to be unfair to the new dog and I don’t want to feel like I am betraying Zeus memory. Is it a bad idea to get a dog that looks very similar to the one I just lost and adored? Should I wait and let emotions to settle? I am writing this with tears in my eyes. One part of me feels the need to rescue this dog, another part of me is telling me to allow time to grief and don’t rush. I have too much anxiety right now and I feel miserable when I come from work to en empty and sad home. When it is nice outside but what is the point to go running if there is not a friend to take for that. I feel uneasy and lonely. 🙁

    1. Hi Martha

      It’s been seven months since I went through the loss of my almost 7 yr old Blk german shep stellaluna. It’s only been 3 weeks for you since you lost your love, Zeus. He sounded like an amazing, loving and protective deep and special friend. I and others feel your pain. However, each one is so different and special. The grief process is hard. Just let the tears flow whenever they need to. I have a new pup that is Blk and silver not black as Stella was. She is called Macine. She is 16 weeks old and NOT Stella!!!! Bites me a lot but all of a sudden she is looking into my eyes and loving me. But I cry when I recall the same things I did with Stella. I will always cry over her as you will cry over your Zeus. The dog that is waiting for a new home doesn’t have a long life either. You can’t betray Zeus because it sounds like you gave him the best of the best and all of your love. Maybe you can help another dog feel loved The rescue won’t be Zeus because each dog is so unique. Please find a way to run and hike again Zeus would like that cause he wouldn’t want you to remain in this sad state. I have recently visited places that I was with Stella with my new dog. Guess what, I cried my eyes out. You need to do this again. No time is a wrong time to love another pet. Good luck Hun I really feel for you.

  167. Martha, I’m so sorry for your (and everyone’s) loss(es). I wouldn’t presume to tell you what to do, but I suspect you have plenty of room in your heart for a new dog; and look at it from his or her perspective: how lucky to be in a loving home that you know you can provide!

  168. I just recently lost my Yorkie Terrier on July 25th when I stayed at my mom’s the night before and kept him there the next day to run errands when I got back at 5 pm, I was told my Yorkie had been ran over and didn’t live for 11 mints he was a small 5 maybe close to 7 pounds dog my step dad told me he was bleeding out the mouth and didn’t make it long enough for him to get off the phone with my mom to find out what vet she wanted to take him to. Anyways I feel very bad about it since I was not here to help him I feel as if I let him down, let him suffer I just wish there was something I could have done like rush him to vet. He was like a child to me I have never been so attached to something In my life I recently had my son in June and felt depressed mostly for my dog who was going through a transition and was use to being the baby. He shocked us at how well he was with the baby anyways I still feel like a piece of me is gone I’m just wondering if later on a new Yorkie will be okay with my son being I’ve heard Yorkie are a one person kind of dog I don’t want one no time soon but just in the future.

  169. Thank you for writing this.

    Shortly after we got our second cocker spaniel, Jasmine, we noticed there was something wrong with our 5yo Bailey. Bailey was diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder and hung in with meds and vet visits much longer than anyone thought he would. Jasmine was just over a year when he passed. Sharing grief only a few weeks later with the breeder that Jasmine came from, she said no pressure, but she thinks she has a pup that would fit our home if we were interested. I was a little worried that a new dog would usurp Bailey’s place in our hearts, but my husband and I made the drive with Jasmine to go see the puppy, who came home with us as Oliver. We never regretted that choice.

    Oliver grew up with health problems (allergies and a skin disorder) that resulted in several surgeries, meds, and high end dog food. But at 8 years old, he was doing awesome all things considered. He was our curious, counter surfing weasel dog and he was worth all the hassle. Last week, my husband and I left the dogs with a friend to take a 4-day weekend trip with another couple and I get a call that he’s not doing well. He got into something at her house because she wasn’t attentive. Sick at both ends and she told me she was going to take him to the vet. Our regular vet is an emergency vet, so she took him there where they knew him very well. Being a worried momma, I changed my flight and came home early so I could be the one to make vet decisions and talk with the doctors. Oliver died before my flight landed.

    I know it’s only been a week, but I’m really struggling with the anger and guilt even though *I understand it was an accident.* I picked this person to watch my babies, so this was partly my fault. She was irresponsible and made a mistake that cost my dog his life, so that makes me angry. I feel an emptiness where Oliver used to be, which colors everything with sadness. I’m not sure how to move on from this horrible accident, but I look forward to the days that I can smile when I think of Ollie instead of cry.

    Jasmine is 9 and indestructible. I’m so glad that we have her still to cuddle.

  170. Kari, I understand your feelings of guilt and anger. I’m sure your friend feels a lot of guilt too. It’s been over a month since my dog died, but I still feel sadness every day, I still cry every day, but only about half as much. I also have a surviving dog to love and care for, and that does help. I read this article looking for help with my feelings, but I guess there isn’t much anyone can do for you, you still have those feelings and sometimes they seem overwhelming. I think someday they won’t be so overwhelming.

  171. Our beautiful Havanese girl passed away last week. Apparently, she was stung by a bee; went into anaphylaxis shock and her little body just shut down. It was so sudden and such a terrible loss for my husband and I. One minute she was happy and sprinting across our back yard, the next, she was vomiting and then, almost lifeless. I thought it was heat stroke at first. I googled heatstroke in dogs and it said to place in lukewarm water, take temp if possible, and then take to vet for observation. I put her in bath; her temp was normal, but she was not close to recovering. So, I sped to the vet who looked at her for signs of heatstroke. But after examining her, vet told me that my little dog was showing signs of anaphylaxis more than that of heatstroke. She prepared me to understand that this was more serious; however, I never dreamed I would lose her. She went down hill from there. Our vet and another vet took turns doing all they could do. And this was on a Sunday!
    We were called at 6am on Monday morning asking us to come in. Knew it was a bad sign!! We stayed all day in a nice comfortable private room with her… our baby was lying on a gurney with oxygen tube up her cute little black nose. At 4:24pm on Monday, she took her last breath. I had my arms around her and my husband stroked her back.
    This has been so rough on us. She was so loved by our large group of family…aunts, uncles, grandma, cousins, kids and grandkids, and her faithful companion of the same age…our kitty, Lucky. All have been so supportive, and it helps to be around people and my kitty. However, this is remarkably one of the saddest times in my life.
    Here is an example of how it is around here now….
    My husband’s morning ritual was to take Cassidy out every morning for a romp around our large yard. After a while, they would come bouncing in the door; Cassidy knew she was getting a “treat” and my husband always made her “sit” for it. So, the other morning he went out into the yard and came back in crying and crying…and, so I cried and cried, and we just held each other.
    I have not been able to take the walk that we walked everyday. For exercise, I have been going to the gym and running hard on the treadmill in order to wear myself out. Working out does help some. But I yearn to take that walk again sometime with a loving dog who will again come into our lives.
    There is only our kitty now in our home and I pet her every moment I can. She is lying next to me as I write this. I know she misses Cassidy also.
    We need to be a family of 4 again (2 adults, one kitty, one dog) but am not sure when the right time is.
    I have spent much of my free time on the web looking at Puppies. I have researched much of what is written on grieving for a pet and I am confident that what we are going through emotionally is very natural. It will take time. Cassidy was with us for 11.5 years and because of the way we treated and cared for her, she was in excellent health.
    I have a hole in my heart and am anxious to fill it up. I know I will find another dog (same breed) soon… my husband agrees. I think for us, it is the only way to move forward.
    I am so happy to have found this place to write of my grief.
    Thank you all for sharing yours.

  172. My beautiful Princess passed away on 7/31/14. My entire world ended that same day. She was diagnosed with an infected uterus and scheduled for emergency. However she died on the way to surgery. I am consumed with grief and guilt. My arms are so empty without my baby. I have another baby Angel. Her and Princess were inseperable. Now Angel will hardly eat or drink. She cries a lot and keeps looking for her sister. Should I get another playmate for her or is it to soon? I picked up her ashes and even though she’s now ‘with’ me the pain is still strong. Does it ever ease up? I am so very sorry for your loss. God bless you.

  173. I am so sorry for your loss.

    Growing up, I had always had a dog. I got my first dog, a red color female golden retriever when I was 3 years old. She ended up developing a brain tumor and we had to put her down when she was 13, I was 16. I was in the room when she was put down which was traumatizing to say the least. She was my best friend. We moved a lot growing up, and she was all I had from place to place. The day after she was put down, my parents came home with a new puppy. A red color male golden retriever. My parents let me name him, since my dog was put down the day before. In a way, having a new puppy immediately after helped me place my grief elsewhere, which I’m still unsure of if that helped or not. That dog is now 8 years old this December. In 2008, the year I graduated high school, we decided to get another dog to keep this dog company. We got a light blonde female golden retriever. I picked her out. She was my baby. I loved that dog more than life itself. I loved all my dogs that much, but I think since she was also a female, like my first dog was, I connected with her a little more. Well long story shortened, we were going to breed her with my mothers cousins dog who was the same color and breed, but that dog had passed before we had the chance to as they live in Delaware and we live in New York and just didn’t have time to set aside for this. We decided to just let her live her life as she was. We didn’t get her spayed because her heat cycles weren’t bad, and by this time she was about 4 or 5 years old. Well she ended up developing pyometra almost overnight it seemed. On July 31st of this year, just a few months after her 6th birthday, we took her into the vet because we didn’t know what was going on with her. She was leaking blood and a clear liquid out of her lady parts. She ended up having to go for an emergency spay because the infection was so bad. And this seemed like it happened literally overnight. She was normal on Wednesday night, and by thursday morning, the blood appeared.
    My dog was the kind of dog that always had tons of energy running through her so she was always wagging her tail, trying to get everyone’s attention, and always wanted to be pet. Her and my other dog got along perfectly too. They never fought, always played together, even ate together.
    Well after her surgery, she went up and went outside and tried wagging her tail like she always did. This was at 5pm on Thursday I was told this. At 7pm, we received a call from the vet that her incision wasn’t clotting and we had to take her to the emergency vet. By the time we arrived there, she had no heartbeat. They were able to revive her using CPR, and I was so excited. She started breathing on her own, her heart rate was dropping towards a normal rate, her incision was clotting, I thought everything was going to be okay. I even had her discharge plans for the next morning. We left the emergency vet at around 10.20pm, we had to leave my dog there because she was still considered to be in critical condition and would be all night. At 10.48pm, the emergency vet called and my dog had suffered another cardiac arrest. My dog dies at the emergency vet 28 mins after I had left. Even the vet was crying when she told my mother over the phone what had happened.
    We still have one dog, the male, and he just mopes around the house looking for her. I try to do everything I can to make him happy, but he’s still depressed from losing his best friend. I still cry over it, I’m even crying writing this. I do want another dog, but due to the fact that I am in school and don’t want to leave my dog at my parents house and only see my dog on breaks, and I don’t want to break my dogs heart again, we have decided to just stick with one dog for now. Our house isn’t the same, I don’t think it ever will be. I still think that I will see her laying in the hallway or come running out from behind the couch, but I don’t.
    I don’t know when the right time to get another dog would be, the first time it just happened so fast, but we knew it was coming. This one was just so sudden, I don’t know how I should deal with it.
    So I guess there’s just no right time to know when to get another dog. You just kind of know. I do plan on getting another dog when I get out of school and can see my dog everyday, my dad doesn’t want another dog at their house because he just can’t go through the heartache again. And I don’t blame him.
    I think people need time to grieve, and when the time is right for another dog, you will just know. And as far as breed and sex and color, I think that just depends on what you fall in love with. I’ve had 3 golden retrievers, two were female, one male. 2 dark, one light. The dog I plan on getting is a golden doodle. A light colored one. I just haven’t decided on sex. I guess that will just decide itself for me.
    Take your time, and when you’re ready, you’re ready. At least that’s how my situations have been. And again, so sorry for your loss, I totally understand the sudden death situation. ❤️

  174. i just lost my Gigi this past saturday!! This next to my father dying is the hardest thing I’ve had to deal with. i had her for 15yrs and she was my everything. i have gone through so many life changes with her so she was not just my pet but my best friend. When you look back on a human friendship there are always good and bad times. But with a pet there is only unconditional love and support. I’m trying my best not to break down but its really hard. i keep seeing her face in my mind. she meant the world to me and am going to be very upset for a while!!

    1. Hello Margarita Silver;
      First of all let me start by saying I am so sorry for your loss. I know how you feel. Truly I do. I had my precious Misty from the time I saw her being born until that day before I went to sleep. The next morning she was gone. I had a really hard time dealing with it and I was pregnant, getting ready to deliver my firstborn. I took her everywhere with me. The parks, petsmart, the vets, everywhere she could go with me. When she had been gone about a year, I sold my car that we rode in, I got a larger vehicle with 4 doors instead of two to accomodate my new son. I will never forget how hard I cried when the people who bought my car drove down the street in my car. I was happy to get rid of the car – sort of- but seeing the last thing that reminded me of my girl, Misty drive away was too much. I went in the house and cried for what seemed like a very long time. My husband could not console me. So believe me when I say I know exactly how you feel right now. The pain will lessen, but the memory of your girl will never go away. You will always remember her, and she will live on in your heart. I can talk about my beloved Misty now without tears (it has been almost 9 years since she passed), and most importantly I can think about all the funny and crazy things she did to bring a joy to my life that without her I never would have experienced. She was my best friend too. I was with the man I am with now but we had a lot of problems during this time and she always knew when I needed her. She would walk over to me and sit down and look up at me. I would get down on the floor with her and just hold her and cry and her soft chow-chow fur would catch my tears. Misty gave me a love that I have not found again since she left, but she also gave me wonderful memories. Even my husband remembers her with a tear in his eye. We miss her, but she was my girl, and I was her mommy. I do not know if sharing my story with you brings you comfort of knowing you are NOT alone, but you are not as is evidenced in all these posts to this article. I understand your pain. It will lessen. The pain will be replaced with laughter and giggles as you remember her and what she did and how she loved you. I remember once when I had to have Misty treated for heartworm (oh the heartache of knowing your beautiful girl is so sick). I went in every day for her actual treatments because being a chow chow they could not control her. I went in and stroked her beautiful fur and told her how much I loved her and that I would see her again in a few hours. She instantly calmed and they could do thier job. The vet, after seeing that the first time said, wow I have never seen a dog calm so much at the sight and touch of thier owner. You are so lucky. I said no, it is I who is the lucky one. We smiled and I hugged my girl, my beloved Misty. It is these times you will remember and you will cherish each one. I promise it will get better. I am so sorry for your loss. I will pray you heal soon. God bless you, and please take care of yourself.

      1. Dear Kathryn,
        Thank you so much for your kind words!! It makes me feel so good to know you understand my pain. I was struggling today and you writing to me really helped!! Thank you so much again!!

        Thank you very much
        Margarita Silver

  175. I can’t express enough how much all of your comments have helped me deal with my grief at losing my little guy Charlie in June. I’m sad that you’ve all had to go through this as well, but it does help to know I’m not alone. It’s nice to know that what your feeling is normal.

    That being said, a little update. After saying a wouldn’t get another dog, starting to look at puppies, and then really looking at getting a new puppy, I took the plunge. At first, I felt incredibly guilty, like this was some kind of betrayal to Charlie. I wasn’t sure if I could open up my heart to another dog, and would that be fair? All those emotions are normal, and only you know when you’re ready. I knew when I saw a picture of a little deep red Mini Australian Shepherd at the same breeder where I got my Charlie. I fell in love at first sight. The breeder told me he probably wasn’t for me, that he wouldn’t be the same crazy high-energy dog that Charlie was and that I’d told her I’d wanted. This dog was playful but mellow. I kept asking her about him though, and finally my Dad and I drove out to see him when he was 8 weeks old. I told everyone I probably wouldn’t get him but they all knew better. He came home with me. We had a minor setback the first weekend with an expensive emergency vet visit because he didn’t eat or drink but we’re all chalking it up to adjustment. Since then, Riley has been a complete joy. He’s sweet, playful, friendly and fun. He is not Charlie though.

    My grief does spring up every now and then. I’ll get frustrated that Charlie knew all of this, that we had a routine down pat, and that I now have to start over with dog training (I’ve been bitten up and down and my house will smell a little like pee for the next few months). Then he’ll fall asleep on me or lick me when I come home and I feel that part of my heart opening up again. It’ll take some time, but I’m happy I got him. Life without a dog just wasn’t in the books for me.

    Do what makes you comfortable. I really knew I was ready when dog stores didn’t make me want to cry anymore. Instead I wanted to see what they had for puppies. If you’re not there yet, or you never get there, that’s okay.

    Have a good day everyone,

    Kate and Riley

  176. We just lost our sweet Betty. A Black and Tan miniature dachshund. The original owners denied ownership when she was hit by a car. Fortunately she was given to us. She was taken to the vet and checked out. She had a broken leg. Surgery was performed only to find out it was nonunion. One might she appeared to be chocking so we rushed her to the emergency vet. She was diagnosed with a diaphragmatic hernia. We had never heard of this. She was scheduled for surgery on a Monday. However, she started deteriorating and surgery was performed Sunday. She was at the best hospital with highly qualified surgeons, techs, etc.unfortunately we lost her 54hours post op. She was and is the best little dog. She will be a hard act to follow. My question is… Where the heck do we go from here?

  177. This string of comments is so timely for me. I’m part of 2 or 3 groups on facebook for people who have lost their dogs to cancer…specifically hemangiosarcoma. I lost my love Ruby on April 9th, 2014. She was one of two Aussies who live here on my farm with me. She was my soul-mate dog, if there is such a thing. She was my constant companion, my confidant, my everything. We had many silent conversations. She got sick one evening (though in retrospect there were a few subtle signs she was seriously ill) and died the next morning in surgery to remove a ruptured spleen due to the hemangiosarcoma tumor. That morning she had pale gums and was breathing heavily. I never dreamed I would lose her when I rushed her to our vet. The suddenness of her loss sent my husband and me, both, into shock. It was devastating to us and her companion Aussie. I vowed I would not put myself through the loss of another dog, though over the years I have lost many to death. None of those losses were like the loss of Ruby. Whether this is because of the sudden nature of her death or our relationship, I will never know.

    My grief was so consuming I found it difficult to function. I have never felt this profound sense of loss in any human death. The groups on facebook have been so helpful. These people completely understand my feelings, since their own experience was so similar. They are tolerant and supportive of anyone who has lost a dog for any reason regardless how much time has passed. There is no judgment. There are a million questions as we all search our histories and question whether we contributed in any way to our dogs contracting this cancer.

    About 2 months ago I felt Ruby give approval for us to look for a puppy. Don’t ask me how I know this. There was just a peace about it one of the many times my husband suggested we do it. I struggled with many of the emotions so well described by the comments here. Could I be fair to a new puppy and not expect her to be another Ruby? Was I in tact enough to give the puppy what she will need? The questions tumbled around in my head. When I finally let myself look for puppies I found one immediately. Then my husband said he thought we should get two from this litter. Ruby’s companion Tess is 12 and his rationale was that having two puppies would make it easier on all of us when Tess’s life comes to an end…a thought I can’t even entertain at this moment.

    We have had the two puppies a month now…two Aussies…a boy and a girl…and what joy! I still cry when I remember Ruby and miss her so much. But healing has begun and I feel Ruby would want us to be happy. She was so happy herself. I so identify with the comment about feeling I had been through the training and had a routine with Ruby, and now I’m having to do it all again. A kind of resentment seeps in and I’m in a flood of grieving tears again at her loss. This will lessen with time, I believe. In the meantime, I am enjoying the part of puppyhood that only a puppy can bring…that unabashed joy in everything they experience.

    My sympathies to all of you who have lost your beloved ones.

    If the Rainbow Bridge is real, what joy we will all experience one day!

  178. We lost our beloved pug, Quincy, tonight. He was only 7 1/2. We do not know exactly what happened. I let him (and our three other pugs) out to pee around 6:45, then got busy putting the kids to bed and it was around an hour later when we realized that only Quincy had not come back in yet. We live out in the country and our pups are allowed to wander around our 4 acres (and the neighbors). It was now dark and drizzly, so it was odd that he wasn’t inside with the others. Nick and I both went out calling and whistling, then the horrible moment when nick found him, lying in the garden with his face in a potato chip bag. We realized then that the garage had been accidentally left open and they had all gotten into the trash bags there. Quincy was not breathing and had no heartbeat. His tongue was gray and lolling. Was he poisoned? From something in the trash or garden? Did he choke? Did he have a heart attack, or some other unforeseeable, unpreventable ailment that would take him from us far too soon? We will never know. All I know is that I feel like I never want to sleep again. This hurts so much. I worry about my husband, my kids (ages 6 and 2.5) and my other fur babies: blueberry (8.5), mojo (7.5), and Sophia (4.5). I know this pain will eventually fade, I have lost 4 family dogs, but Quincy is the 1st loss as an adult and fur mommy. I can’t believe he’s gone. And here come the tears again….

  179. My cute little puppy Bentley just died 4 1/2 hours ago, he died on my laps on our way to the Vet Clinic, I love him so much, and I’m very very very very sad of losing him, I just couldn’t stop crying. I prayed to God that he’s in a better place now. I read this article and hoping it will help me get through this difficult time. I do have another puppy (Bella), and I see that she is very very very sad and I don’t quite know how to handle or say to her that her friend died, I would expect she knew he died. But I was so sad & cried when tried to look for him underneath the bed.
    I don’t know how long it takes for me to grieve. God please help me. I thought to myself just to get a new puppy & called the animals shelter an hour an half later aft he died. I just didn’t know what to do. I’m missing him so much and I’m in so much tears writing this. We buried him at the back yard & I believe that he is in a better place now. I will cherish all the times we had, Bella too. I love you God Is With you.
    🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁

    1. Sam, I am so sorry to hear that just some hours ago you lost your baby. I know how critical these first hours are and how important is to remember that right now you are extremlly emotional and all your thoughts are being guided by that emotional part of your brain…that part is th eone telling you to rush and get a dog from a shelter or look for a puppy. You are trying so hard to have your baby back, to fill the void, to rescue your other dog from the pain of the loss…..but as difficult as it may sound, please, please take your time to grieve. Allow yourself to be mad, to be sad, you may feel guilt, you may want to scream…please allow that to happen. You need to let those emotions out. Bringing another dog right away is going to be extremely painful because he or she is not going to be just like the baby you lost, you would probably resent him/her and it won’t be fair to the new dog either. It is way too soon to make any decision. You need time…how long? I can’t tell you that but I certainly know that right now is not the time. I know the pain, I was there just 3 months ago and I was with the same emotional conflict, I listened when someone told me “please wait” and now I am really thankful. I was not ready to bring someone new, because all I wanted and still want is my golden retriever, Zeus. So I am still waiting, but your process may be a little faster or it may take longer or the same amount of time, nobody knows, the key is wait, you will know inside of you when is really the right time and the right thing to do. Hugs to you.

  180. We have to share with story with as many people as we can. What we experienced last week will never happen again in our lifetime. Our one English bulldog who will be ten in December had to be put down on thursday and we decided to take our other English bulldog with us to witness the passing of Rocky. Just as Rocky was moving onto the next world the female bulldog just died five seconds after Rocky in the room. She was a healthy bulldog almost the same age. The Dr. said this is a mystery and no one knows why it happens. He has never seen a dog die so quickly after the other dog has gone. Perhaps a day or two or two weeks after but not instant like this event. We are in shock and filled with sadness accepting what happened. They were soul mates never left alone for almost ten years. It is very difficult to be in the same room now where they spent their days for the last ten years. We will heal and share their story. They brought so much joy and happiness to the whole family. Who knows if another bully will come into our lives.

  181. I feel the pain y’all are going through., about 3weeks ago I lost my little partner chichuahua Bailey, she was adorable always by my side.. She was pregnant and was in labor on a Sunday morning, she wasn’t being herself all morning. So I left her alone in my room.. Around 7:30pm she was starting to have her puppies but it was taking a long time.. I stayed up with her till 3am and nothing.. It never occurred to me she was has complication having her puppies. I noticed she started vomiting and having a a little diaherra.. I was tired and ignored the signs.. At 4:30am I went to work and left her in the care of my daughter and newphew.. At 11:30 am Monday morning my newphew called me to work telling bailey wasn’t lookin too good.. So, I left work and rushed her to the vet.. Her puppy was coming but it also died cause she couldn’t have the puppy.. The doctor told me that the pay had pooped inside her and they needed to do surgery fast.. When they gave showed me how much it was going to cost it was to expensive and I couldn’t pay that much.. It was hurting me so much to see her in pain.. They brought down the payment.. Dr. Said that the puppy had pooped inside her and who knows how many times.. So, they sedated her to extract the puppy out, she went into shock and passed away on the table, dr. Brought her back to life.. It hurts so much.. Cause when I went to pick her up she didn’t look the same she had an infection.. Dr. Didn’t know if she would make it through the night.. I sat next to her on my bed she was in her basket couldn’t move or play, she will lift her head to look at me.. While sitting next to her doin my work, her breathing was fast she would cry a little I would comfort her, she did that twice I will give her some water through a little syringe. Then I left my room to get something and she cried out lound to me I ran back to my room to let her know I was here. I left again she did the same thing.. It had being 10hours since I brought her home from neck down it looked as if she was paralyzed she couldn’t move she was still sedated.. I thought maybe she was in pain.. I could see it in her eyes.. I gave her a tiny little piece of pain reliever to melt on her mouth cause she couldn’t drink or eat.. Then I left the room to take a shower not even 3mins when I came out she was gone.. OMG.. I cried and cried and cried held her in my arms tried to bring her back but I couldn’t … I didn’t want to let her out of my arms I yelled at my daughter to come out she sat next to me comforting me I couldn’t let her out of my arms.. I called my ex and he came over.. We buried her in my backyard when he was done digging the hole I just didn’t want to let her go.. Since then my whole life has changed I still can’t get over her.. I started letting myself go.. My heart is sooo broken right now.. I feels so guilty cause I didn’t have enough funds to save her.. I blamed myself and the dr.. I just had to share.. My little baby girl was everything to me.. I still find myself crying for her I feel so empty without.. Don’t know what to do.. We have another that belongs to my daughter he was the father of the puppy bailey was going to have.. It’s just not the same anymore…

  182. I know how your pain is and I hope you and our family will heal shortly. You have had a terrible experience too. Our pets are so precious to us. I hope as days go by that things will get a little easier to cope with the losses we have both shared. Our breeder said every dog is different and not to be compared. Thanks for sharing your story as well.

  183. I’ve spent the best part of the afternoon reading and crying through so many of the incredibly sad and touching stories of loss and love. As a researcher I too was interested in the science of grief over losing a pet which is why I found this article and even though some time has past since you wrote it Virginia it has really resonated with me and the place I’m in right now.

    On Sunday we lost our little man Wendell a shihtzu/silky cross suddenly to a paralysis tick, he had just turned 14 and was still as frisky and fun loving as he was as a pup. I am so stunned by the depth of my loss.

    I have always had pets, my whole life and so thought I was familiar with the cycle of loss that comes with pet ownership but it seems Wendell had a much larger portion of my heart than I ever realised . He was our first family dog bought at 3 mths as soon as we moved to a place that let us have animals and so our 4 children could grow up with a dog. And grow up they did the youngest is now 20 and Wendell is the only pet they’ve ever had. (3 of my children are still at home).

    However I was mum, whenever Wendell needed something, whether it was to go outside or if one of the kids forgot to feed him he would come and get me. When we are at home all in our different corners of the house he would check to see where we all were but then come and sit with me, If he was anxious about anything (like storms) I was the one who calmed him down so when he came to me late sat night wheezing a little and needing reassurance I just pushed it to one side I thought he’s probably just has a bit of a cold, even his eye was a little runny. Turns out the runny eye was because a tick had embedded itself into the corner. I didn’t check it and I feel like I let him down.

    Around 5am the next morning he made a strange noise that woke me instantly and I found him lying on his bed drooling heavily having messed himself. My husband and I quickly cleaned him put him in a new bed by this time he was in acute respiratory distress, I knew it was serious. My poor boy even in all that he tried so hard wagging his tail when we spoke to him and comforted him. We called an emergency vet and woke the kids I had to let them know Wendell probably wouldn’t be coming home, it was terrible. Turns out we didn’t make it to the vet – two mins down the road he died in my arms. He struggled briefly to see where we were going, I told him it was okay he looked at me laid back down and just left. We came home and that night with his family around him we laid him to rest in the back yard. The tears won’t stop, I can’t even sweep the floor because his hair is all over it and I can’t bring myself to sweep it away.

    Having read the outpouring of grief from so many others who have been through such a painful loss I don’t feel like I’m the only one or that there’s something wrong with the depth of my pain. The feeling of guilt is still sharp and at times overwhelming and I’m not sure that pain will lessen. Hwever, I have felt inspired and humbled to share Wendell’s story here alongside so many other memorials because that’s what they are.

    Wendell was a scruffy, smart, loving and funny little man. He had his quirks don’t you worry but that’s what made him unique and made him one of us.

    Yesterday my youngest was looking out into the garden at the stone we have placed on Wendell’s grave. He said the house feels empty without him, he wondered should we get another dog, he misses that presence. I told my husband – that’s it I can’t have another after Wendell but maybe one day we will. Maybe when my son moves out he will get his own dog, they are a presence, one that you struggle to live without little furry beings full of love and grace and acceptance.

    I wanted to put Wendell’s story here just to say thank you, I love you and I’m sorry.

  184. We knew that out little thirteen year old Jack Russell was ill but when she started to have a series of epi-attacks we had to put her to sleep very rapidly.
    I am devastated and so so sad. She was my sunshine, my little star, my delight and my joy.
    There are days when I am better and there are days when I am sadder. For reasons I cannot explain, I have become more anxious and restless.
    Talking to my husband helps, sometimes he cries, sometimes I cry.
    I loved her then and I will always love her.

  185. We just lost our 10 month old, olde English Bulldogge, Waldo 3 weeks ago. It was a week of surgeries, procedures & hospitalization and eventually we had to put him down. My heart hurts so bad. My husband and I have only been married for 5 months and he was our first “kid” together

  186. I am glad to have found this article. I just lost my sweet furry soul mate on Thursday, to a very aggressive tumor on his heart. I am completely devastated, and fear that I may end up in that 5% that you mentioned. I am currently in a mindset that I don’t ever want another dog. I’ll never have another like him, and it is going to take me a LONG time to accept what has happened. We found out that he had the tumor on Monday, and he had a couple of good days on which we went for as many walks as possible, we went for car rides, and to Petsmart for treats and toys. I cooked him special food, and I gave him ALL of my attention. Then, during our walk on Thursday, he collapsed. I wasn’t ready to let him go. The vet. did everything she could to convince me that he was dying and not so subtly suggested what needed to be done. He had been in bad shape on Sunday, but he recovered from that by Monday, and that is what was going through my mind as he laid on the table. The more I think about it, the less OK I am with the decision that was made. She asked my husband to sign the papers as I cried and held my boy, and before I knew it, she had given him a sedative. I don’t feel like I had enough time to talk to him and accept what was happening. I am having constant thoughts about him, almost all of which make me want to cry. A combination of intense sadness, anger, anxiety, grief, guilt, depression, and physical feelings of restlessness and a noticeable heaviness. Wish me luck, because as of today I’ve only gotten worse with each passing day.

    1. Christy, I’m so sorry for your loss; I hope you feel better soon. I suspect your vet did what she thought to be in your dog’s best interest.

  187. Reading these posts shows how very, very sad it is to lose a dog you love so much! My dog, Cassidy, passed away exactly 8 wks ago today. I posted my sadness on this site (Aug 4th). I have to say that the terrible grieving process, sucks…to say the least. It started with the anxious inability to sleep or to concentrate on anything other than the void I felt without her around all the time. I cried and cried. As time went by, getting out of the house and doing activities with others helped, but when I was alone and it was quiet, I fell into that sad despair again…cried and cried some more. Now, 8 weeks later, I still get that feeling in the pit of my stomach whenever I see anything that is “Cassidy” familiar.
    But today, I am better. I see her now in my dreams…back with me as her adorable loving little tail wagging self. Love those dreams!
    Life goes on and as it does, I look back with happy recollections. She would want it that way.
    In 10 days, my husband and I have been invited to go and meet 4 little pups who will be 5 weeks old by then. We decided we want another dog and know he/she will be his/her own self, not Cassidy. To see a wagging tail, an exuberant welcome as we enter the front door, frisky four legs walking along with us down our path… that is supreme joy! I need that again!
    Hope this helps some of you get passed the hard hurt. It does happen, I promise. Be patient and recall the good times!! Bow Wow!

  188. Christy – I hope you are feeling better as each day goes by. It has been almost two weeks since our bulldog has gone to dog heaven. His soul mate died in the room five seconds after Rocky left us. I posted my story September 13. Our pets mean so much to us like little people. Make you will have a smile if your look at our website in memory of our two bulldogs Rocky and Amber. The website is rockyandamber.com,

  189. My 9 year old Golden Retriever Simba, chose me as his mother, in a room full of people, by climbing up my leg when he was only one month old. Ever since then he has been the life of my family. My husband and son doted on him just as much I did. He was my baby, he brought out the mother, woman, human and tenderness personified in me. On one Friday evening he developed a slight dry cough, Saturday afternoon we took him to a hospital where he was detected with an enlarged heart and fluid accumulation. Medicines were prescribed, which were not effective. He stood on his fours all night breathing heavily and unable to sit down. Next morning, we took to another hospital for a second opinion, there he was detected with fluid collection in the lungs and a small heart which could not pump enough. He was put on IV drips and oxygen and given medicines to release the fluid from his lungs. 30 hours is all it took for my baby to leave this world thereafter. I was chanting the holy verses to ease his pain and in my arms , in his favourite place the backseat of our car. A glorious 9 years with the family, without a single day of fever, cough, cold or any type of illness. A quarterly visit to the vet to deworm and cut nails, and an annual anti rabies shot, is all that he needed. A glorious burial, where he was given place to rest by a very pure brahmin family in the garden of their house.

    What kills is that why did he have to go so early? The untimely and sudden, abrupt end to his life and end to my joy is what something i have to cope with.. please help me…

  190. First I wish to thank Virginia for her sharing her heart which has brought comfort to so many of us. I´m glad you now have another pup to love and am so sorry for the tragic way your first pup died. Your photo represents all dogs – full of life and exuberance. I get teary every time I look at it.

    Today marks seven weeks since my husband and I made the horrific decision to euthanise our sweet little Jack Russell, Mitzi. We are some of the lucky ones as we had our friend a long time. She was 18 years, 8 months when she died and was the only pet our now-adult children grew up with. My husband showed up one day way back in 1996 with a silly grin, pulled out from behind his back a little puff of white fur and there was Mitzi, my surprise birthday present! What great fun we had with her all those years! One-by-one as our children moved back to the U.S. for college (we live in Europe), we always still had Mitzi. She lived in our home longer than any of our kids! She was very much my dog, looking all over the house for me, preferring to sit with me, so on.

    Like several have mentioned here, my grief for her is stronger than I´ve experienced with any human loss. It´s hard to admit that but it´s true. We loved watching her grow old, still trying to please us but slowing down. We adjusted our lives to hers, taking different walks, making a ramp for her to get on the couch, anything to keep her comfortable. The last two weeks we knew the end was near as she barely ate, could hardly walk but still asking for her evening stroll! We were petting and kissing her as she took her last breathe at the vet´s office. It was such a bittersweet moment, one I´ll never forget. What a privilege to have her so long!

    I´d told my husband for a few years that when she died to just dig two holes, one for me right beside her! She is buried part-way up a mountain where she loved to go for walks. We go up there every week or so to check the gravesite and reminisce. I really hate that she is there though as she should be running around, sniffing and loving life like she did. Our friends poured loved on us via facebook, emails, calls and even sending photos they had taken of Mitzi. But, as we all know, the loneliness and sadness is so ever-present. Even now, 7 weeks later, my husband and I constantly talk about her, think we see or hear her, look for her. It’s especially hard to come home to an empty house. It´s just difficult to change an almost 19 year routine with a special little companion.

    Because of frequent international travel we´d already decided not to get another dog and right now I don´t have the love in my heart for another furry friend. Thanks for letting me remember my Mitzi here and I hope sharing this eases some of my pain. I´ve had this website open on my computer ever since I found it the day after Mitzi died. I hope others find it as much help as I have.

  191. Dear Sneha, I wish there was something I could tell you that would help. Virginia’s article says that it takes most people about six months to get over the worst part of the grief. My dog died 3 months ago. I still cry, not every day now, but probably most. I do miss him every day. I also thought he was the most wonderful being on earth. I love to hear everyone’s stories because it tells me that many dogs have the ability to make us feel that way about them. I’ll have more dogs and love them all.

    I remember that for the first few weeks the grief I felt was like a physical pain and though I tried not to cry all the time, sometimes it was like a dam bursting. I still feel a very deep pain, I long to hold him and pet him again, but the worst of it doesn’t last as long as it used to. I hope your husband and son know what you are going through and can help you a little.

    Strangely, this comment board has helped me as much as my friends and family. It does help to know others who feel the same way, and I’m thankful for everyone who’s here.

  192. Unconditional Love is the answer thats what my two dogs give me, my jacky got hit by the neighbors car and got killed I loved her so much thanks for the artical I was sad for a long time but I know she is in heaven. I am looking for a white terrier westy mix couldnt make it with out my dogs.I am looking for anouther just like jacky. I know there will never be one like her however the love will be the same. I still have stella.

    1. All creatures great and small.

      The life that you had, was all that you had
      The joy and delight were mine
      The fields and streams we crossed, were yours and also mine
      The life that you had, now lies in quiet field in care of a pear tree
      The life that you had now roams in spirit free
      The life that you had is gone gone gone
      The tears and the heartbreak are for me, me me.

  193. i have just lost my dog a couple of hours ago, and the pain I feel is indescribable. By accident she had run out of her enclosure and onto a.road… and was hit by a car. I had rescued her as an abandoned pup 1 year ago. I can’t believe she’s gone.

      1. Awwwwww…. I am so sorry for your loss Jack. Only time can help a bit. Don’t be too hard on yourself. She was loved. Take care Jack.

  194. I got my two Maltese puppies in March 2001, they were born on December 30th, 2000 at about 3AM – my boss who promised me two puppies called to alert me to their arrival. Six in all, one passed at birth, and then mine Sophie and Tucker. Sophie developed post systemic liver shunts and passed quickly at age 8 months. So, Tucker got all her love, and all her play. He missed her dearly and became a little “Mickey” (he hated everything) – no strangers, no loud noises, no cuddling, he was the independent “bad boy” who’s favorite thing to do was race around the house, up and down the stairs around the corner running as fast as he could until he was out of breath. This was a ritual every day for years. This last November I was called home to Northern Minnesota to be with my mother in ICU, it was terminal, and she passed. I had to leave my now 13 year old boy home. Mom, when saying goodbye made me promise never to forget her, always know that I loved her, and to please take care of her dog a Bischon/Maltese. Being a good daughter I agreed, and then she was gone. I was away from my Yorkshire Terrier Jack, whom I adopted from a puppy mill who was also with my Tucker in Seattle and hubby had them at home while I took care of all those things one’s does when family passes and you are the ONLY living relative. We took her dog Buster, who was now my dog to the vet for his health certificate so he could fly home and it was discovered he had a heart murmur. I immediately called my vet at home to get an appointment upon my return to have him treated. What was supposed to be a few weeks turned into a month. The winter was unimaginably brutal, and he was too large to fly under the seat, so he had to go cargo. Well, they won’t let them fly cargo if it’s under 10 above zero. Logically, of course – that door is open and it would be extremely cold for them. Well, anyone knowing about Minnesota’s weather from December 5th when I buried my mom to December 18th of last year, there was one day which it was above 10 degree’s, and it was 163 miles away, a drive through a blizzard. We made it to Minneapolis and it turned 11 degrees 1 hour before we were scheduled to come home. I was nervous as a cat we’d be thrown off with just a few degrees getting colder but thankfully we boarded and got out of the ice box. We got home and my Yorkie Jack, and my Maltese Tucker were THRILLED to see me! I don’t think I’d ever had such a welcome, no was I ever gone this long. No one let me out of their site for days. I’m in the medical field and for the heck of it I listened to my Maltese Tucker’s heart as I had Buster my mom’s old dog listening to the murmur. To my horror, Tucker had a murmur MUCH louder than Busters. I immediately called the vet, and got Tucker in as well. Tucker also had a collapsing trachea, he had 4 ultrasounds, 3 xrays, 5 trips to the ER doggie hospital, and a visit with an Internist and also with a Cardiologist. The correct medications were given to him but in January he was given 2 months to live, in July he was given a few weeks to live… (Meanwhile Mom’s dog’s murmur was not as bad, so he’s well managed) He began to lose his appetite which was unusual for him but goes with some of the medication – getting them to eat, I became creative. I cooked for him, varieties, bought special dog treats he liked, dosed him with the cocktail you would for a heart patient twice a day: Pimobendan, Benazapril, Lasix, Furosimide, hydrocodone, butorphon, every 12 hours. Last week he started to really make it a challenge to feed him, we tried another medication for his appetite and one for his liver since his blood work came back with elevations in both liver and kidneys. Both medications produced negative side effects and I discontinued them as they exasperated the problem. After removing them he began to eat and drink again slowly, but it was too late. This last Sunday morning he got up went out (he never had an accident throughout being sick, always a good boy), came back in, drank water and then he started throwing up. Over and over, and over, to the point where his teeth were chattering. It was then I knew his liver had gone and he could no longer metabolize nutrients, his electrolytes were shot. He pulled and turned away from me to hide… he never did this his life. I knew then he’d given up and wished to die, and not continue. Normally terrified of the car, he made the trip to the vet without fear, hyperventilation, or anxiety. Once there at the clinic he was not frightened or nervous. We held him, and I told him to look for the light and go to it, just go to the light. He died in my arms …I cried, and I stayed with him for awhile praying and talking to him and stroking his hair. He was my morning, my afternoon, and my evening. He was with me always and always looked to see what I was up to even when he was sick, until the end. He no longer looked. He told me…he chose his time. Before when they said he had no time left I kept fighting because he was – and he did! He hated how his medicine tasted but he took it because somehow he understood he had a chance to live. He taught me to be patient – take it easy and wait, food was fun with him he always pushed his dish about and tried to hide kibbles for later, so at the end we played with his food so he could have fun, I let him eat the grass outside, and he loved putting pebbles in his mouth and rolling them around too, so I let his face get dirty a lot… he loved ice cream as he got lots of that toward the end too, and cheese burgers, fish, french fries, cheese, bread, a lot of things except chocolate, onions, or garlic (toxic stuff). The night before he died, I carried him around the yard and let him smell the plants growing outside and the truck we drive only occasionally when we have to haul things or if the roads are too bad. I knew on Friday that if things didn’t pick up by Monday and he wasn’t eating and drinking that we would have to assist him in end of life. So, when Sunday came I had to do it. I cut a lock of his hair, I have his little shirt, his halter, his first collar, leash, toys, and a candle burning at a kind of alter. My yorkie and my bischon maltese all sniff up at it and lay down at its base. We’re all grieving…He was the bravest dog I’d ever known, and he knew that patience, having fun, and being with family were truly the only things you need in life.. Thanks Tucker, I miss you more than I can put to words. My biggest regret is I was also my mom’s healthcare advocate on her living will and her healthcare director….it’s been less than 10 months since I decided she should be on hospice, and now I decide on my dog too. I don’t think I want the job of deciding whether a person or an animal lives or dies. I don’t think that’s a job I will do again. I don’t make a good god.

  195. I know exactly how this feels. My blue heeler dog died today (we don’t know what killed him). His name was Pal, he was so loyal, loving, caring, and protective. I’m 15, and he has been with us since November of 2002, and to be honest, I believe that he would have laid down his life to save the lives of me and my family. He was fine first, than he slowed down and started breathing very rapidly and shallowly, and could barely move. (This was at around 1 or 2 in the morning) Then when about 5 am rolled around he had moved, he was smiling, wagging his tail, and breathing normally. Not 3 minutes later, he died. We were about to bring him to a vet. I feel like I’ll never get over it… If anyone is willing to help me mentally, I will be very grateful.

    Thank you for reading this.

    1. Ben, I’m so sorry for your loss and the losses I see here for everyone. My children are adults 23 and 24 years old, and they got the two Maltese’s when they were ages 10 and 11… So, Pal was with you most of your life – like a little brother. That’s how Tucker was for us. How to help…I don’t know if this will, but it helped me and I’m still working on it. Someone once said the pain of the loss of someone you love never goes away, you just make room for it. I took that to mean that it makes your heart stretch, because there’s so much inside. It’s that stretching that makes it physically painful… like stretching a muscle too far. So, as your heart grows larger (the more you love, it does) the more room you will make for this part of your life – the loss of someone you love. When I lost my mom this last December and I was away from Tucker and adopted her dog Buster to bring him home, that saying saved me. It allowed me to take the time I needed to allow my heart to make room. I truly hope this helps. I’m here if you need to talk.

    2. Ben,

      I don’t think we can know exactly what you are feeling, but we have all felt similar to you right now. I hope it helps in some way to see (and perhaps read) the massive number of comments here from people who also felt very strong love, pain and loss at the passing of their four-legged family member/s. I hope there are people in your life who understand how you feel, and I believe that there are many on the page who do.

      We all deal differently with our grief, but please reach out and speak to someone in your life if you feel that it is really hard for you to deal with it. Sometimes the hurt can feel so strong that we forget there are people who can help us through the tough times.

      1. Well said, Cathi! Ben so true, there are people here, and in your life that can empathize with what you’re going through and your feelings. Reach out to them or anyone here…chances are if we aren’t feeling it, we did, or can at least understand. Blessings, and healing love and light going out to you and your family right now.

  196. My best friend died last night. She was almost 4 years old and the most beautiful champaign toy poodle. Both my dogs were playing in the front garden while my dad talked to the neighbours he heard a car stop and turned to see her almost torn apart on the road she died instantly and I don’t know what to do now I loved her so much she was the my dog and the first dog I ever had. My mums dog is her son and I wonder how he will cope with the loss of her

  197. To begin, well where to begin as I sit here crying after it being 2 months since my loss……Dakota was everything to me and my wife…she was our daughter, our love, our everthing. She was more than life itself. I have been in therapy, diagnosed with PTSD, and am currently on anti anxiety and anti deppresant meds since the loss. She was only a year and a half but I feel she was the biggest influence in my life. She opened my heart to unconditional love. I took her everywhere with me, from fishing to kayaking to running through the redwood groves. I made it a point to go out of my way to always make sure I did something for her. I will always miss her and will never forget her. She had the greatest personality of any dog I have ever met. I will always remember her excitement as we parked along the pacific ocean beach side and to watch her run and play, it always made me smile no matter hos shitty my day was. She was the greatest siberian husky ever for my life and my wifes. I sleep with her collar in my hand every night and try to find her in my dreams, but to no alas I can not find her. I miss more than anything and wish her to still be here. She was our daughter, our love, and our light. I love you Dakota and nothing will ever be what you were for us.

  198. I am so sorry for your loss and pain. We are going through the same thing as we lost two english bulldogs on sept 11. Had our rocky put down because of cancer and the other soul mate amber died in the room within five seconds of a heart attack. We are still crying and lonesome for these two soul mates who were together for almost ten years. They can never be replaced even if we get a new puppy later on. Our pets will be forever in our hearts and memories. We have a website in their memory which is http://www.rockyandamber.com.

  199. We lost our 14 year old Australian Shepherd on Feb 6, 2014, and then our beautiful Siberian Husky at age 10 on Dec. 6 2014. In June we decided to get another Australian Shepherd puppy because we felt our Husky needed another companion too. The two bonded so well and brought so much joy after grieving the loss of our first Aussie. They played together and had so much fun. The Husky suddenly withdrew from play and became distant from the puppy. I had no idea she was ill until she started bleeding profusely. We took her to the vet right away, but she worsened and died the following day. We keep the puppy busy with outings and more attention and play time in hopes he will not grieve. He is doing well so far, better than we are. But the loss is so devastating when it happens. We’ve had lots of dogs and been through this so many times, but the love of animals keeps us wanting another regardless of the pain at the end.

  200. So comforting to know so many people are hurting like we are. Our little Sheba was a beautiful Pom, who came to us at six weeks and weighing one pound. Because we are seniors (76 && 72), she was the loveof our lives. She traveled with us to Arizona, Alaska, and many places in Western Canada. Kids lived to watch her go through all her many tricks and, other than a bout of colitis when she was 2, she was happy and healthy. Shr lost her hearing when she was 13, but adjusted well to it. She spent most of the last 3 years being carried under my arm or my husband’s. In the late summer, her hips gave out and it got so thst, when she went to do her business, she would often fall over. Her appetite went downhill and she slept most of yhe time. On October 30th, we knew it was time and took her to the vrt to be put to sleep. We were both holding her when she took her last breath. It’s been 6 weeks and I still cry every day. Sheba, we love you so much and will never forget you. Will we get another dog? Only time will tell.

  201. We lost our beautiful 10 year old Lab just a week ago today. He collapsed without warning the day after Boxing Day and left us the following day.

    I think people who know me would say I am the least sentimentle person they know, but this last week would shock them.

    Just when I think I’m ok I see a bowl or a collar and the tears come again. We have two other dogs who keep looking for him and I am constantly waiting for the ‘third dog’ to jump from the car.

    1. Laura, Gail, Claire and all.

      I really do know how much this hurts and thanks for sharing. I myself have had much comfort from the love and sharing from others on here. I really hope you do to.

      The love you get from a dog is like nothing else and it is always there (in between when your dog sulked of course…they do..). The loss is just so all consuming.

      I have just spent the last half year mourning my dog, but now feel we are ready to think about getting a new love in our hearts. Six months ago it would have seemed unthinkable, but life without such a close friend would be worse. I have 6 and 8 year children who have only known the last six months without such a friend and they also miss the walks, playing, grooming, laughter etc.

      This forum has helped me more than any other therapy etc in understanding I am not alone and I am normal. I really do hope you all embrace the same sharing of love from everyone on this forum who do understand how much a loss this really is and how important it is to grieve the loss of your close friend. You dont forget, you just have to move forward but only when you can.

      I still miss my dog and will never forget her (her picture is in front of me and her collar is on my keyboard rack in my studio). But feel I am ready for new love in my heart. So in real terms if I wait until September I will not just feel but know I am ready. No time limits for anyone. It will just happen.

      Love to you all and I hope you embrace the love and best wishes sincerely expressed at this time.

  202. Thank you friends for sharing your grief and love. I lost my girl on Christmas Day. Iris was a Maltese Shitzu cross, she was a rescue puppy with a pretty face and a turned eye that made her look wary and sceptical. This was counteracted by her loving, trusting demeanour.
    Having to euthanize the one you love is the greatest torture, like having to live through your own suicide. My girl was nearly 13 and not robust I knew that she wouldn’t survive the massive medical intervention needed.
    I cry every day The world feels dead I feel dead. My love goes out to all you fellow sufferers. I am on my own now. I’m not sure if I want another dog, but I know if it’s meant to be then I’ll not be given the choice.
    God bless us all and the dogs that grace our lives with love and beauty. I feel that I won’t recover from this loss easily as I live alone- the silence and the emptiness fills the air. I try to keep busy and spend time with friends but there is plenty of time left over for grief…
    Thank you everyone for sharing your love and loss. May we recover in time and learn to love again

  203. We just lost our little dog of 14 years. I am devastated. I am crying all the time. I feel and hear her here. I actually sat down where her bed was and wept. I miss her so

  204. We’re so sorry for all your sad loses. We’ve just lost our 2 year old frenchie called Rambo. He Went in to surgery to be neutered, and soft pallet reduction a hour and a half op. Started to come round then heart stopped after 15 mins of coming round, the vets tried everything possible but an hour later we lost our baby boy Rams. This only happened yesterday, and we cannot believe how hard it is, feeling sick, shaking and constantly crying. We also have Lola our Bichon frise who’s five, she was like a mother to him, and best friend. Think she’s realised he’s not about anymore, she’s gone so quiet and just lies on his spot on the settee. It’s so difficult being at home now, without the big man bouncing about. Just don’t know what to do anymore . . .

  205. Sorry to here about your sad news Paul / Lis. Yesterday I lost my Springer Spaniel which I had from an early age of 12. Unfortunately Max started getting slower and slower . And as time passed he became incontinent. I knew that his life was coming to an end but I didn’t want to face the harsh reality . On Sunday night my mam phoned me to tell me that Max could no longer walk as his back legs just wouldn’t work . Again I put it to the back of my mind and thought he’d power through . So Monday morning had arrived I took the kids to school and walked into work thinking everything would be fine . Oh how I was so wrong . One hour later I got a call from the office telling me I had to go home as the vet would be around mid day to do the thing I dreaded most . As you can imagine I flew home. I ran threw my front door to see Max ( baba sausage pot ) crying with excitement to see me the only thing was he couldn’t move his back legs so there was no jumping and licking of the face this time . I knew that he didn’t have long left so I literally got everything from my fridge and gave him one last meal. He was happy. Ten minutes later which had felt like a decade there was a knock at the door. Max began to shake . I think he knew something was up and it wasn’t good. The vet after checking max came to the conclusion that he had a bleed on the brain which was effecting his balance which had also been the reason for the toilet issues we’d been having . We had made the decision to get him put down. I signed the paper. I lay next to max and wrapped him in a blanket like a baby he was calm and also happy I think to have his family at his side. The nurse gently let my dear old friend go. He gave one last big stretch and he was gone. It’s been a day now and I haven’t stopped crying . I’m writing this to you in floods of tears. I can’t stop thinking to myself , have a given him the best possible life? If we had fallen out before would he have forgiven me? (Normally after stealing the legs of lamb for the Sunday dinner) I feel quite lonely without my boy. I just don’t know how to cope with his loss. I have lost friends and family members before but this has really hit home with me. Please give me some advice im really struggling .

  206. My life, my love, my friend and baby left this world on March 14, 2015. She had been fighting kidney disease since fall. She was so brave until the very end. This is the first time writing about her. I feel a numbness like it’s not evening really me who is writing. People have asked when if and when I will be getting another dog. Personally, the thought of having another one so soon is too soon. I also think that for some people, getting another dog is the best thing for them. Everyone grieves differently and should listen to their heart as to what will be best to heal. I don’t think that by adopting another pet you are replacing the one you have lost. You still have all the love and energy you spent on your beloved pet in you. It is waiting to be used. It’s up to your heart to decide when the time is right for you to use it again.

  207. My life, my love, my friend and baby left this world on March 14, 2015. She had been fighting kidney disease since fall. She was so brave until the very end. This is the first time writing about her. I feel a numbness like it’s not even really me who is writing. People have asked when if and when I will be getting another dog. Personally, the thought of having another one so soon is too soon. I also think that for some people, getting another dog is the best thing for them. Everyone grieves differently and should listen to their heart as to what will be best to heal. I don’t think that by adopting another pet you are replacing the one you have lost. You still have all the love and energy you spent on your beloved pet in you. It is waiting to be used. It’s up to your heart to decide when the time is right for you to use it again. *** A few words to my baby. I miss you with everything. My days seem so dull without you. You were such a blessing. I am the person I am today because of all the I learned from you. Thank you for 11.5 years of unconditional love. You will always be in my heart <3


  209. It is with a heavy heart I arrived at this website.
    We had to put down our 15 1/2 yr old Westie, Haley, two days ago due to kidney failure. She was the smartest, most strong willed, loving girl we have ever owned. It is such a hard choice to have to make to end a pets life, but you know when they are suffering you have to do whats best for them. I have lost pets before but it seems the older I get the harder the loss. She was my soulmate. I’m still crying, sometimes suddenly. The house is too quiet. Haley was so full of life and brought so much joy to our family. My kids grew up with her and they are moving on so Haley was my little girl. I hope those who come to this website know that it is indeed very, very hard to suffer the loss of a pet and sometimes you feel lost, alone and unable to overcome the devastating loss. I know I need to give it time but I fear this time it will take a long time. I will miss her forever and
    shed many tears that she won’t be here to lick away. All dogs go to heaven… For me it is way too early to think about another dog but I have never lived without one so I’m sure I will
    get another. Not another Haley but another unique, wonderful dog.
    RIP Haley xxoo

  210. i have been going through the messages we have a Rottwieler who is who is 13years and 8 months Our other Rottweiler died on 4th of April 2014 she was my dog and I miss her as she was a big part of our family . I cannot seem to do anything to stop it happening people that don’t own a pet dog seem not to be able to comprehend that we treat them like children I thought that when his time will come I would be there for my wife but I don’t think I can as today I got up to find blood and what looks like clots so we are taking him to vets to get some pain killers as my Boys and Daughter have to be contacted before we can let him go it’s not that we want to see him in pain and there’s others who care for him as much as we do I cannot think what I am going to do as I am with him24 hours a day since my accident he even comes up to bed at night and sleeps at our feet I realised there was something wrong as we have a casket in shape of my girl Heidi and Bud Has been lying next to her I feel stupid as I am here in tears knowing he may only have one more day We also decided we are not getting anymore dogs as this takes to much out of us when the inevitable comes maybe one day we will ? Putting this down I thought it would help well it does’nt

  211. It has really helped me to read all this, even though I am soaking wet with tears!

    We just lost our beloved golden labrador, Oliver, 3 weeks ago. It was just me, my husband and him, and what we had together was special. He was our baby and our best friend. We didn’t even know we were dog people until we got him as a 6 week old puppy. And he was with us through everything. University, getting married, moving house, various new jobs over 12 years. Now I feel like I let him into our family too much. Everything I ever did…he was there. He cuddled into me as we slept, he was by my side as I worked, he comforted me when I was upset or unwell, he even waited outside the bathroom for me. We were so close and had so much fun together. We watched as he grew from a daft puppy into a proud old man (although he was always still a bit of a puppy to be honest!) I always knew I’d have to say goodbye, but nothing prepared me for what I am going through now.

    He suddenly stopped eating one day – which was so unlike him. He was also throwing up and trembling. The vet kept him in over a weekend on a drip to hydrate him, and it seemed to work. There had been a blockage in his colon and they seemed to think it had cleared up – nothing sinister. Phew. The dog we collected was an entirely different dog. He had been at death’s door and now he was bounding about, wagging his tail, eating, smiling! We were celebrating and spoiling him, hopeful of even just one more summer watching him swim in the river and one more winter snuggling in together. They said their tests had astounded them – he was in really good shape for a dog of his age. We were delighted. But 2 days later he had stopped eating again and had other symptoms. We took him back to the vet and I was pleased to see him put up a fight, unlike the previous week when he had been too poorly to bother. I left him there for some scans, thinking things were still going to be ok.

    A couple of hours later they called me at work and told me it was a tumour. We had 2 options. One was that they operate and remove it the next day, with a 1% likely success rate. If unsuccessful, they would put him to sleep on the operating table. The other option was that we spent one final night with him and they’d come to the house to put him to sleep the next day. One minute my boy was making a full recovery, the next I was being given 2 options which both involved saying goodbye in less than 24 hours. Neither of which seemed like options! But there was only one thing we could do. Oliver hated the vet. We didn’t want him to die on an operating table on his own. So we took him home. The way he had seemingly recovered was hard for us, but it was good for him, because he didn’t seem to be suffering as he had been. Our last day together was sad but beautiful. We were right by his side as he drifted off, and I’ll never forget the way he turned to check I was there, right before he left. He knew just how much we loved him.

    I didn’t know it would be this painful. I’ve said goodbye to friends and family before, but this is intense! It feels like an overwhelming pain that I can’t shake off, though it’s not quite as devastating as it was in those first few days. It comes in waves now – when I look at his photos, or am reminded of the funny or cute things he used to do. I don’t know when I will feel normal again without him, and I feel so lonely in the house. My husband was devastated too, but he didn’t rely on Ollie for the same level of affection as I did. Their relationship was different. We always joked that Oliver thought it was him and I on the same level, and my husband was the leader of the pack. I think that’s why it has hit me harder. We shared something unique to only us. I feel like I lost my sidekick and a part of me is missing.

    We won’t be getting another dog for a very long time. It is still too raw and we would never be able to replace him. My husband thinks we would resent another dog if we moved too quickly. And we’re both much busier now, it wouldn’t be fair on a puppy or new dog.

    Our friends have been supportive and recognise how important he was to us. But only the three of us can really get what we shared. And I feel stupid for still being this upset, and like other people face much worse things than their dog dying. I can see that when I think rationally, yet I still can’t help feeling this way. One friend said to me that “pain and loss is pain and loss”. I think an important part of the process is not to minimise the depth of your grief. They are family, what you had with them was real, and their loss is absolutely in your face every single day. It does hurt, and it hurts more than you ever thought it would, or makes sense to. My attitude is that I never treated him like a dog when he was here so why would I grieve for him like a dog?

    I am going to make a photo book when I’m feeling a little better. With lots of little captions to make us smile at all our happy memories. I think that will help. Another thing my husband did for me was he wrote me a card with everything he reckons Oliver would’ve said to me if he’d been able to. This is not the kind of thing he would normally do AT ALL but it was therapy for us both, resulting in lots of laughter and tears, and memories written down to keep forever. It seems a bit cheesy but it helped.

    We spent 12 years joking about how Oliver didn’t seem have a purpose. Mainly because he wasn’t very good at things like retrieving etc, and he was a bit daft at times. Now that he has gone we realise that his purposes were far greater than we ever gave him credit for.

    I hope others who stumble upon this page feel better knowing it is completely normal to feel this way and you are definitely not alone.

  212. We rescued Asta from a shelter in June of 2013. She was a mixed small poodle/terrier dog about six months old. Smart, funny, obedient, learned to go outside in a matter of days and let us know when she needed to. A week ago she started to cough a bit of white foam, took to vet who said kennel cough. We don’t go to dog parks and she had never been to a kennel for boarding. The only thing we could think is that she got it from another dog through the fence that separates our property from a park. She would go up and “chat” with dogs that came to the fence. They gave her antibiotics. She was normal in every way except for that. It got worse. She was coughing up mucus. Vet again. X-rays. Signs of slight pneumonia. Stronger antibiotics. Got worse. Breathing labored. Took her to a vet hospital. In oxygen, more x-rays. So much fluid in her lungs. They did trachael wash to try to discovery what kind of bacteria or fungus or what was causing this. All her vital signs were normal except for this. After the wash her heart stopped. CPR but no use. We were there when they were doing it. The doctors did not know what the underlying cause was. Kennel cough that turned to pneumonia? Something she inhaled that caused aspiration pneumonia? Fungus? From the first coughs of white foam to her death was one week and she was full of energy and acted normally until the last two days. The pain of not knowing is severe. What did we miss? Should we have done more, earlier? On and on. We buried her in the back yard. This is not the first dog we have lost. We have had many but the pain and questioning does not change. We loved her so much. The end is so hard. Did she know we were trying to save her? She looked so scared when she was in the oxygen cage and we went to see her. Did she think we abandoned her? These are the questions that cause us so much pain. It would be easier to deal with the death if she had had a long life. But she died on Sunday, Easter Sunday, April 5, 2015 and was just about two and a have years old. We know that eventually the grief will diminish but for now it is so painful. God rest your little soul Asta. You were a great love of our lives.

  213. Hello Paul&Lis, So sorry for your loss! I am on this web site because I do not know what to do anymore either! We have just lost our beautiful Eva, a little black chihuahua who was 9years 4mnths old and I was so happy that she was going to be 10 this year, we lost her on valentine weekend 15th February. We had know idea she was sick, but she was panting and her little pink to tongue was turning blue, we rushed her toA&E as it was a Sunday. They put her in an oxygen tent and we left her there to be ex rayed, we got a call that she should be put to sleep immediately!! We rushed to thevets her little face lit upas we walked throthrough the doors and I held her in my arms for the last time and then they put the needle in and her head fell against me arm and I screamed, I feel I do not want to go on without her . She has a brother who is 11years this July and it is two months since her passing, he still looks out for her and I feel his pain. And I feel yours…..!

  214. I recently wrote on this web site, but my words have disappeared. Anyway, it was so helpful to read that I am not alone, and my grief is alright! LOVE you all! X

  215. Thank you so much for this article. So sorry for all the great losses. Kathy and Jessie, your article of April 7, 2015 was so similar to ours and we are thankful for yours….as it explains a lot of questions we had at the sudden death of our beautiful Mona Lisa – an 8 year old Dashund. We are so grief stricken now as we came home from Mother’s day brunch and found her so peacefully deceased in her bed and was heartbroken when she did not appear at the door when we drove up. May God grant us all the Peace of His love.

  216. I lost my sweet Sugar an 11.5 year old black lab mix to cancer on 5/31/2015, after having her as part of my life since 3/5/2005. She had been diagnosed with Hemangiosarcoma in mid November, 2013. Sensing she wasn’t ready to go, we went with the emergency splenectomy and IV chemo for for about 7 months before switching to low-dose oral chemo. All told her treatments and vet bills ran close to $10k, and it was worth every cent to have the extra time with her. Sugar was a real trooper and bounced back from treatments pretty quickly, but never let them get her all that down. She always had a way of letting me know I was doing the right thing for her. Her quality of life was always the determining factor. She LOVED boiled chicken & rice. I would never have my girl suffer to satisfy my selfishness. Life expectancy for a dog with her condition even with treatments is 6-8 months. She stayed by my side for 18 additional months! With the treatments, intense care, helping her down the stairs (holding her harness in case she slipped) due to her arthritis, etc. there’s no doubt Sugar and I had a very rare and special bond. I saved her from Euthanasia scheduled 2 days after I adopted her from the Humane Society, then again in 2013. Sugar was truly the sweetest dog I had ever met. If she saw someone 1/2 a block away, the butt dropped, she’d wag her tail almost off, put her ears back in a welcoming way & whine a happy whine. I miss our routine together. Me waking up, which woke her up. She’d turn towards me and give me her ‘Daddy I’m so happy to see you!’ high-pitched whine while wagging her tail against the mattress. Then it was time for her to move up towards the head of the bed, which is Bear’s spot, for some group snuggle-scratching and kisses. I miss those morning rituals, the fun I had when we’d look out the 2nd floor window of the house and I’d ask her ‘Where’s the kitty cat?’ She’d perk her ears up, look around intently and if she thought she saw something, would bark, feeling her back against my leg as she snored in peacful sleep. I’ve been hurting a lot since I lost her, even with Bear still by my side. Bear looked for Sugar constantly for over a week afterwards. That really hurt. I lost her very suddenly. I had noticed during her last week she seemed more anemic, but still eating, eager to go out, and acting her self and not in any pain. I woke up to both of my dogs panting at 3am on 5/31. It was a bit warm so I turned on the A/C. Bear calmed down, but Sugar didn’t. I rushed her to the emergency vet. The vet suspected she was bleeding internally and was experiencing significant discomfort. With her cancer there was no real hope for another save. I decided to let my sweet girl out of her misery. As I walked into the room after doing the paperwork, she looked at me happily and wagged her tail. As the vet prepared the injections in another room, I hugged and kissed her and she gave me kisses. I think she was telling me it was her time to go, and she was ok with my decision. I knelt on the floor nose to nose with her and stroked her pretty head talking to her gently, telling her how good of a girl she had always been, and how much I loved her. She rested her chin on the back of my left hand as we gazed into each other’s eyes. The vet slowly administered Propofol. Sugar’s pretty eyes closed slowly to half-way and I could see she was unconscious. After waiting a minute, the vet then administered Beuthanasia. A minute later Sugar’s loving heart stopped. I have a plaster cast of her big pretty paw-print hanging on the wall next to me with a 6×4″ picture of her gazing into the camera. Today 27 days after losing Sugar, I decided to look at the Humane Society’s web site. I found Ginger, an 8-month old yellow lab. She has a new home now! Sugar will NEVER be replaced, and I’m sure I’ll think of her very often. I look at the photo of her on the wall 2 feet away and paw-print & still grieve for her. I want to have another companion for Bear when I’m not home, and Bear is also advanced in age. I’d never want to walk back into an empty house without a dog! Bear isn’t really keen on her, but he’s softening up. Like other loved ones we have in our lives, I believe our loving departed pets want us to move on. I’ve read some experience their pets coming back to visit, or even possibly coming back to live with us again through another dog. One can only hope! For others struggling with the loss of a beloved pet from sickness or old age, search for a poem called ‘May I Go Now?’ . I think it conveys to humans what our pets ask of us in their final days. If anything, its comforting to know we provide our pets with, loving homes and lives that would have been cut-short had they not been adopted!

  217. Hello Jen (April 2, 2015). I waited until today to write this, because today marks three weeks since I buried my own Oliver – my beloved, 13yr8mo old pug. I still cry every day.

    Fourteen Octobers ago my girlfriend (now wife) insisted that we go see some pug puppies she had heard about. I was adamantly opposed to getting a dog, but when we walked in one of the puppies pushed the others out of the way, stumbled across the room to me, and stole my heart.

    Oliver (nickname, “Mr. Puggins”) came home with us a week later. My girlfriend promptly wrapped him in a light blue baby blanket, took a photo, and sent a “birth announcement” to all our friends (who of course thought we were crazy).

    For the next 13 1/2 years, Oliver was the little boy we never had. When we got married, one-year-old Ollie, smartly dressed in a tuxedo, was my best man. He slept with us. He ate with us. For ten years he went to work with one of us every day. Each Halloween, he got a new costume: a scary lion, a dragon, superman, batman, ThingOne, you name it. He went on every vacation with us. I could write pages about our adventures. I could write pages about the joy he brought us.

    Unfortunately, I could also write pages about Oliver’s health issues – arthritis, disc disease, back surgery, eye problems, ear problems, a nasty CNS infection, anemia, hypothyroidism. We were able to give Oliver the finest medical care available, and it seemed the more he needed from us, the more I loved him. Taking care of him became my purpose. And through it all, Oliver maintained his indescribably fantastic personality and disposition.

    But in the last few months of his life Oliver started to get tired. He took a dizzying amount of medicine three times each day. He was deaf. He could not see well. He could not walk well. He did not sleep well at night. He did not like riding in the car anymore. Then he developed central vestibular disease. Suddenly he did not seem happy any more.

    It was the most difficult decision I have ever made. I miss him so much. Every night since, I wake up wondering if I made the right decision, wondering “what if.” What if he was really not unhappy. What if we had given the 100th new medicine some more time to work. What if he was going to get better.

    I address this to you, Jen, because I thought our stories sounded remarkably similar (our boys had the same name, same place in the family, close in age). It has been 3 months since your post. I hope you are feeling a little better three months later. I hope that for your sake and also for mine. I would like to have that to look forward to . . .

  218. To all of you thank you so much for sharing your stories, this has been so cathartic, and has helped ease my broken heart. I lost my dear sweet Otis ( a 9 year old Goldendoodle) 2 days ago, he was the light of my life, with is very vibrant personality and curious nature. He was diagnosed as having Hemanglosarcoma, in the past week, he was lethargic, weak, almost unable to get up. He was such vibrant of a dog to watch him suffer, for ME I felt it was the best thing for Otis to put him out of his pain. But that was MY decision some would have opted for surgery, but the recovery was grim, I thank God we are able to euthanize our pets, when they are this ill, but it still is very hard to do.
    I feel, so lost, I don’t have my best friend to talk to, to tease, to walk, to pet…and Oh how he loved to get his chin scratched !!!
    But once again we are all different and so are our pets, so how we handle their deaths differently (expensive surgery’s or to euthanize) is up to us. And you owe no one an explanation for this. This also applies to getting another pet and if you do, how long you should wait. What matters most is that if you are able and can give a dog a good home I believe you should. It is never to replace the one you lost (nothing ever could) but there is such joy in being a pet owner, and I know my Otis would want is Mommy to be happy and not sad, so if mean getting another dog then, I think he would be okay with it !!!

  219. Hello Carrie, so sorry for your loss of your best friend ever Otis! I wrote on this web site back at the beginning of the year when my little black chihuahua Eva was also euthanized on Valentine weekend, she was 9yrs 4mnths. Nearly 6 months on and I still cry for her, and also when I read your decision to stop Otis suffering, it is as you say what we as humans should be able to do for our loved ones. We have Eva’s brother who has just turned11 years, but he has now been diagnosed with CHF (Conjestive heart failure) and I only discovered this by changing Vets. We have tablets for him to give him a longer chance of life. I do feel blessed to have them both in my life and when he finally has to leave, well I am trying to prepare myself. Right now I can say I do not feel strong enough, but maybe it is Eva who needs company and that is how I shall see it. I wish we could post pictures on this site, God bless Otis and Eva. Take care Mary x

  220. Hi Virginia,

    I hope you and Crosby are fine and happy! Thanks again for your moving story about losing your first pup, and to all the others, thanks so much for your comments. Our pet did not die. We gave her to the animal shelter, which is just another way of losing a dog.
    Lucy was one-year-old a rescue dog. My husband and I adopted her four years ago. We loved her first sight. To us, she was the best pet you could have imagined. However, she didn’t get along with other humans/dogs/city life. We couldn’t take her anywhere. We couldn’t have friends over any more. And we couldn’t leave her at home alone, either. As freelancers, we were both working at home then. So we arranged our lives around her, slowly but surely living in total isolation.
    Of course we spent thousands of euros for behaviour therapies, we even tried meds, but to no avail. After three years, we gave up. Giving her to the animal shelter was the worst we’ve ever done. One year has passed since then. We are still missing her, thinking of her, weeping for her, still being desparate despite the fact that it was our own decision to give her away.
    My husband and me are dog people as well. We grew up with dogs, Lucy was our first as couple. But I don’t know if we ever try for a second. What we know is that Lucy was moved to another dog shelter in the rural north of Germany, but then we lost track of her. All we can do is hope that she’s found a new place. I will never forget her, and I will never lose that feeling of letting her down.

  221. I’ll add my sentiments regarding your loss. Yesterday we took our 12 year old yellow lab to the vet for what appeared to be a broken leg due to a fall. Our vet, a wonderful guy, had a grim look on his face when he took me back to view the film. Bone cancer had weakened his joint, and by then had metastasized. There was only one course of action.
    All I can recall is how fast everything happened at that point. I recall signing the approval for euthanasia, and sitting by my friend through the procedure. Hardly enough time to process what was really going on until I walked out of the door of the clinic.
    I’m writing this only a day after his death, and realize this is not enough time to fully grieve. The house is too quiet. I’m watching our cat who was attached to the dog as well search the usual places for his buddy. I can’t bring myself to move his bed, leaving right along my side of the bed (oddly I enjoyed hearing him snore in the middle of the night). I could go on, but it would add nothing to the helpful posts following your article.
    Thank you for giving me a place to just put down some words that represent my feelings, and thanks to the many others for your helpful and touching posts.

  222. I came home yesterday to find one of my dogs very injured under a bush in the front yard. He had been hit by a car.
    I tried calling vets, but no one answered, it was after closing time.
    I brought him inside and put him in the bathtub to clean his wounds off so I could see what I could do, but apparently a major vein opened up and he slowly got colder and breathing slower and slower.
    He died in my arms, blood all over the bathroom and down the hallway.
    I felt so helpless, It just happened so suddenly. I kept saying “I’m sorry” to him over and over for not being able to do anything to save him.

    I am at work right now trying to act normal, but the trauma of my dog’s death keeps replaying over and over in my head. I can’t think, I feel like I am falling apart. He was so young and full of life yesterday morning, running around and playing.
    I’m a 44 year old man and I live alone, I get so emotionally attached to my dogs. I lost another dog just 9 months ago, and I lost an 11 year old dog just three years ago.

    When the other two died each time I fell apart totally. I’ve always been a person that doesn’t show emotion, its not “manly”.
    But I cry like a baby for months over my dogs.

  223. It has been 5 weeks since My most beautiful Buddy died. I still cry daily. He was the love of my life–really–my true dog heart. I feel part of my heart left with him. He was estimated at 2 or 3 when I adopted him from the humane society–he was a shephard husky mix and so beautiful–inside and out. He had the best disposition–people always commented on what a handsome, friendly, happy dog he was. I hope he was happy. We did so much together. We must have walked thousands of miles within all the parks and woods within a 20 mile radius of my home over the 10 years we had together–and he knew them all and the routes we would take upon arrival. He never chewed one thing in the house. He frequently traveled with me for work and I found many parks in different locations I would not have sought out without him. I saw thousands of sunrises and sunsets with him. He was a very healthy and active dog his whole life. He tore his ACL at the age of 7 but I had the TPLO surgery and spent weeks rehabbing but it was all worth it. Fast forward five years and he is (was) now an older dog. Shorter walks, more rest breaks on our walks, some limping. He began stumbling up and down steps, and “missing” his jumps into the SUV. Tried training him with a ramp into the back of the car but he just tried to jump over the ramp! Such a proud and independent dog. He was on anti-inflammation medicine for arthritis and extra glusomine–which I attribute to his great level of activity in his older years. Never made one mess in the house, even on a few rare occasssions when he days were 11 hours indoors. I miss him joining me for a goodnight conversation in bed, laying by the couch to get some extra pats from me as I lay on the couch, loving ear and belly rubs. I most miss having my arms thrown around his shoulders as we sat as watched the world go by–and when I moved my arm his nose and head went back under my arm so it was over his should again. My goodness I miss him so. His last day was peaceful. He had been quiet and limping and not eating right for about 4 days. One day good, next day not interested in walking or eating. Trip to the vet was hard as he does not like being lifted into the car and prefers to jump. But, I did not want him to injure himself and I wrestled him in–should have just let him jump in himself. Vet wanted to do xrays but I had promised him no more surgeries or sedation–so I said no. She stated he had lost alot of muscles in the hind legs. I took him home with pain meds. The following day he would not eat and did not want to go outside or leave his dog bed. I stepped out onto my patio to sit and cry and think. About 10 minutes later he came out the door, dragging himself. He layed be my feet with his usual happy face and tail wagging–but kept looking at his back legs. I made the appt for at home vet to come that night. We spent the whole day sitting together on the patio with me talking about all our parks, travels, and love. He would not eat hamburger or his favorite treats. But he ate ice cream–so we sat and shared ice cream. The vet arrived and he went peacefully with his head in my lap. Fast forward a few days after the shock of the emptiness. Now all I can feel as guilt–maybe I should have done the xray, maybe my putting him in the car made his leg sore and I should have waited a few days. I will never know. I so hope I did the right thing and he knows my love for him. Thank you for listening to my grief–it was a privelege to have the Budster in my life.

  224. I left a comment a week ago after my dog, Fred, died unexpectedly. (Thanks DaveG for your condolence) .
    I am still mourning my lost dog, but the pain of the loss is much less intense now.
    It’s interesting to see how the comment section of this article has basically turned into a place for people to talk about their own losses, most having recently happened. I think we are all searching for a place where someone that cares will “hear” us.

    I found a pet loss FORUM (lightning-strike.com) that might be better suited for this. People can communicate better and console each other possibly there.
    It does require registration, but I think ultimately may be better than pouring our hearts out in this comment section.

    Just knowing that there are other people that have experienced this in their lives and reading their stories is comforting and helps to begin the healing.

  225. August 14th, 2015 my wife and I had to make the horrendous decision of putting our 6 year old Shih Tzu down because of a severe reaction to his booster shots. We are first time dog owners and confided in our vet to do what was best for our dog. Well unfortunately for us we are sitting here in total disbelief in what has happened. We feel we let our dog down and are blaming ourselves for what has happened. We are constantly grieving over our loss and miss him tremendously. I don’t see how I could ever replace him, but having a dog brought such joy in our lives. Every aspect of our lives revolved around our little boy so everything we do is a reminder if him and adds to the pain in my heart and makes the knot in my stomach grow bigger and bigger. I don’t think we will ever be the same. Yes talk of another dog like our Shih Tzu has come up but knowing what care and dedication is needed I just don’t see it happening again. My feeling is move on and try to remember the good moments you had with your best friend.

  226. I lost my 2 year old Welsh Terrier Gigio this past monday.

    I live in the same neighborhood as Virginia, and my pup was hit by a car on the Parkway.

    To understand why that might happen, it’s worth explaining that there isn’t a gated dog run within a mile of my house, and this mostly secluded park, set very far back from the parkway, is such a great space. There is a gate around all but two small exits, which are out of sight lines and at least a 1/4 mile from the main play area.

    Most dogs need socialization and real exercise. Especially for freelancers and people who have to work most of the day… if you don’t get that energy out in the morning, you will pay for it for the rest of the day.

    Gigio was so crazy handsome and fit, just boundless energy and health. Normally he might goad another young dog into a chase scenario, always keeping within the imaginary boundary most dog owners who go to the park set.

    But on this monday, he found a dead squirrel on the ground. For a breed like him, it was just the ultimate prize among prizes. He started to prance like a horse so majestically, tossing the squirrel back with his head kicked up. Those intense instincts just took over and no one was going to take his prize, no squeaking ball, no liver treat, no stern command. He abruptly made a beeline for our house and to the park exit.

    I had been told of a dog who ran into the Parkway when i first brought him to the park as a puppy, I tell you it was my worst fear. I wonder now if it was Virginia’s dog they were talking about, only then for it to end up being Gigio -the next story. It makes me really pissed.

    He was hit instantly, but I was right behind him and scooped him up in my arms, crying hysterically. A woman stopped her car and said ‘Get in!’ She gave us her own dog’s blanket to absorb some of the bleeding. She told me to try and calm down because Gigio was looking to me to know whether to panic or be calm.

    Immediately i stopped crying and screaming. I stroked his head and kissed his face. He was paralyzed from head trauma, but breathing faintly and his eyes moved back to find mine. I had 3 minuets in that car with his eyes locked on mine that this amazing woman gave to me. The situation was extremely traumatic, but could have been so much worse.

    That bit of grace at the end is something i can never repay her for, i’m not religious but she was an angel. She drove me back to my house and my husband and i brought him home to spend just a moment of quiet in the house before bringing his body to our vet.

    Among all these different experiences above, i have really felt like i have a greater understanding of why this is so painful. And enjoy the anecdotes about no one swooping in to catch a crumb off a counter, etc.

    He came in like a rocket and went out on the proudest day of his life, with that damn squirrel in his mouth.

    I love you Gigio


  227. This is for Sue, it sounds like we lost our dogs around the same time. My dog was called Boris, he was a boxer and he had turned 8 just one day before he had to be put to sleep. I got him with an ex-partner, but he chose whose dog he was and it was clear he would come with me when we broke up. In the early weeks of that break up he was my reason for getting out of bed. Boris slept in the same bed as me in the flat we shared above my place of work. He came to the pub quiz every Tuesday, he sat in the front seat of my car, people would see us going for a walk and then look at their watches and laugh when we returned and say he was the best walked dog in the town. He was my soulmate.

    Sue, you have nothing to feel guilty about. Sitting on the porch with Buddy talking to him about all the places you went sounds beautiful. It sounds like he knew his back legs were not working properly and for such a proud dog, he would have not liked not being able to use them. We had a collie cross growing up who had to be put to sleep at 14 for the same issue.

    Boris was different which is why I think I am still in so much shock. Boris and I had that incredible bond that so many people on this forum relate to. I was on holiday in Canada at the time (I live in England), and I too have guilt issues because I left him with the dog sitter. He loved her and had stayed there before while I was away – but I also knew something wasn’t quite right. About a month before a couple of times while we were out he had frothed at the mouth, the first time I thought he’d been stung by something, the second I thought he had a mouth ulcer and a stick had caught it. I googled it and found nothing. He was in no obvious pain and seemed his happy self.

    There was a lot going on at the time – the Canada trip was coming up and Boris and I were preparing to leave town to move to Manchester. I spent the week packing up boxes and driving the removals van with Boris in the front of course. There were also a couple of leaving parties for us both so we were busy. I kept thinking he wasn’t getting as much sleep as ususal and this was worrying me. Over the weekend he would shake his head and then foam at the mouth and look a bit dazed and then act like nothing had happened. I came in to find two wet patches on my bed where he had obviously done the weird salavating thing. On the Sunday a guy who I had a met a few weeks earlier at a festival, who I knew to be a vet, called into my place of work, I asked if he would come upstairs and check Boris out. He looked in his mouth, felt his kidneys, his liver and said there was nothing obvious. We then went for a drink together with Boris who was really playful the whole time, I remember my friend the vet saying “this guy is the picture of health.” I started to relax.

    That evening my other friend saw him do the frothy head shaking thing under the table and told me he was having a fit. I didn’t realise that this is what had been happening the whole weekend. We made a list of all the times and it looked like he’d had about 8 in 48 hours that we knew of – all lasting only seconds and affecting only his mouth/neck area and then the frothing. I think I entered some kind of denial at that point. We slept in my bed as usual and in the morning he shook in my arms for about 2 seconds and then stopped, got up and went down for breakfast. We went for a walk and I thought, if it is fitting he will need to be on long term medication and began sorting out insurance – it turned out I couldn’t activate it for 14 days. I thought he would be ok until then and I would take him to the vet on my return from Canada especially as my friend said he was the picture of health. He had another one about half an hour later and again came round within seconds. I took him to the dog sitter and explained everything – she said she had dealt with epilepsy before and she would keep a close eye on him and keep a journal. I cried the entire time I was there. I just knew this was not good. I had to drive to Manchester where I was flying from the next day. About an hour and a half into the journey my mother called to say she had had a call from the dog sitter and Boris had had another fit and she wanted to make a vet appointment for the following day. It was like I woke from a fog and said ” I want him taken now” , i couldn’t understand why i had not taken him myself. She took him and called back later to say the vet, who had seen Boris for a lot of his life, could find nothing wrong with him and as the episodes were so short and he was not loosing bowel control or taking 20 minutes to come round she was not too worried. She said it was non urgent and that blood tests could be done when i returned in 10 days. She listened to his heart which was very strong and checked his vision which was good. My mother asked if the fits would be putting a strain on his heart and she said no. She said film it if it happens again.

    He stayed at my mother’s that night ( apparently my dad woke up up in the night to find him in the middle of them ) and we spoke on the phone, she said he was fine other than being a bit anxious. I wanted him to stay there as it was closer to the vet but my mother and the dog sitter had already arranged for him to be collected again the next day. He was delighted to see the dog sitter and bounded out past my mother and into the car. This was his 8th birthday. The dog sitter’s little girl had made him a dog treat cake. By the time I had boarded a plane to canada. I had one of his dog toys with me in my bag, i don’t know why. I got a text from the sitter to say he was back to his old self and the vet had said it could be due to the stress of us moving house.

    However, on Wednesday morning he had three fits which were considerably worse – loosing bowel control, vomiting, possible blindness and longer recovery period – I don’t know why the sitter did not phone my mother as she been asked to do if he had another fit. They had filmed it. He came round and seemed fine by late afternoon early evening. They all went to bed about 9. At 9.30 the sitter came downstairs to find him having a massive full on fit. They called my mother and she called the emergency vet. By the time they got him through there and the vet turned up he had fitted for 2 hours. The vet said there was little chance of him coming round and that he would likely be brain damaged, it was the same vet who had seen him 48 hours earlier. She advised euthanasia. I took a phone call in bright Canadian sunshine asking for my permission. It was the most horrible phone call of my life. I was in complete shock and we cut short the holiday and flew home as I was a wreck.

    It’s been two months now. Boris was my life and I am totally lost without him. I know he had the best life, but I question so much of his final days and wish I made different decisions so I could have been there with him and possibly prevented his death. I went to see the vet on my return and she said it was likely Boris had a brain tumour and that fitting was often the first symptom, but we would not have known for sure without a scan.

    I miss him and our bond so much. I am very lucky that my friends and family have been so supportive and I am grateful for this. It make a big difference to be able to talk about it. If there are any other boxer owners with a similar story I’d like to be able to talk to them. Now that I’ve researched boxers and convulsions I wish I had known what was happening earlier, vets surgeries should have leaflets about what to look out for rather than just sales leaflets about flea products etc.

    I hope you’re doing ok Sue. Sorry my post was so long.

  228. I run a pet memorial stone company along with a traditional memorial business. Day in and day out we here from grieving pet owners and family members. I does seem as though people are feeling strong emotions towards their dogs similar to lost family. An observation that is interesting to think of in light of this article is that Often we will have customers who will name several dogs in a row the same name and the same breed. http://www.petmemorial.net/

  229. I make this post because maybe there are some good people out there that are as ignorant as I was. (no offense intended) . My wife and I lost our loving best friend Jake earlier this year. He was a dalmation/cher pei mix. My wife and daughter got him over 15 years ago from a pet shelter in San Leon ,Texas. We finally had to lay him to rest because he was loosing control of his back legs and falling over. My daughter who was staying with us and my wife went back to the same shelter but no luck. They then went to the pound here in baytown and found a dalmation mix pup and brought her home. A void was filled. My wife is 63 and disabled and over 80% blind. I still work so I am not much help house training a puppy.The little dog (Dixie) had a cough and we took her to our vet.He gave her some meds and told us if this didn’t cure the cough it could mean some expensive tests and treatments.Well, our daughter decides to leave .My wife can’t see to house train Dixie and possible vet bills we can’t afford now,we take her back to the pound. A few weeks after ,I checked the pound out and found another dog that was close to a year old.It was a terrier /hound mix.Fell in love with her instantly.Very smart,house trained,playful , perfect…We named her Rosey. All fine for two days.Saturday afternoon I was letting her walk in our backyard ,red fluid gushed from her. Thought maybe it was something she ate so watched her until next time…pure blood stool. Broke down and cryed like a two year old.I came in the house and told the wife she’s got parvo. We had one several years ago at a differant address. I knew the smell. Well bottom line ,we took the dog back to the pound.Regreted this every since. I’m telling you this long winded story because I made some mistakes and I handled the situation wrong…..very wrong. I did not know there is a differance between a pound and a shelter. A pound is not required as I understand,to check these pets out before adopting them out. They are potential carriers of parvo and anything they have been exposed to. I would never have even looked there,had I known that.Be aware of what you are getting. Ask questions..Vac records,history,etc… Avoid this heartbreak if possible. Thank You and God Bless

  230. I had lost my chihuahua yesterday afternoon, they put him to sleep because he had cancer in his liver and there was a low chance of surviving, tomorrow I go to pick up his ashes. His name was Spot and I had him since I was 4 years old, today I am 17 and I am a senior this is my last year of high school and the year was going by great. Then my world fell apart yesterday. I feel empty. I grew up with Spot and he was my best-friend he was a newborn when we got him, he was there to be with me when I struggled with family problems. I walked him every day after school and every morning on weekends and now when I come home I can no longer do that. Seeing him be put to sleep broke my heart, I prayed he would get better and always told him, “Please try to get better for me.” I come home and the house feels empty, but last night I got up and went to the kitchen and sat down to think and wonder what he’s doing or if i’ll ever see him again. I try to keep myself occupied and not to break down in school or outside but every time I have a blank space in my mind I think of my baby Spot.
    My nephew was even close to him, every time he saw him he would say his name, ‘Spah’ and Spot even got along with him.
    Never in a million years would I think I’d lose my little man, I always thought he would be. I miss him bothering me to go outside and for his treats. I will miss coming home with him following me into the room. I know damn well I will never forget the day we got him and when we went the McDonald’s that same day with him, how he popped his little head up to see me.
    Spot was our blood the whole family loved him and we know now that he’s in a better place resting well and I know he’s not alone. I feel happy for him and I know he’s watching me from down there.
    I love you Spot, thank you for the great memories!! You were my one of a kind.
    Thank you.

  231. I’m so sorry for your loss 🙁 we lost our 6 month old rottweiler puppy about 8 months ago, she went everywhere with us and we saw her as our baby. We were absolutely broken and cried nearly every waking moment.

    We got a shar pei x ridgeback male about 3 months ago and are so in love. My partner wanted a rotty but I just couldn’t do it. Pumba has definitely filled some kind of void that Charlie left but we still miss her everyday. We love him as much yet in a completely different way, we didn’t know that was possible!


  232. I lost my 12 year old siberian husky on 03/01 due to what was most likely a very aggressive osteosarcoma of the skull and I find getting over his death very difficult. Despite his age, he seemed to be perfectly fine and was still quite energetic, however, one October afternoon we noticed he is shaking his head. Initially, we thought that it was merely an ear infection but on closer examination it became apparent that there was a small lump on his head…. At first, the vet told us that there may be a number of reasons for his condition, but it quickly became obvious that I need to prepare myself for the worst case scenario.

    I am trying to express my thoughts but my mind is all over the place… I can’t help but remember everything we’ve been through together. I bought him from a backyard breeder of the worst kind. unfortunately, I knew very little about dog breeding at that time, so, Instead of an adorable puppy, we basically brought home what turned out to be a feral animal. He was certainly older than we were told he was, he was terrified of people and to us it was clear he was kept in isolation. I took over a year just to get him to behave like a “normal” dog and I am pretty sure many people would have given up on him just after few months.

    Things became much better as he grew older and since most of my family moved out of the house, we became a very tight-knit pack. Now that he is gone, my apartment became a very quiet place and I find it getting used to it rather difficult. Most of the people I know are surprisingly supportive and show quite a bit of understanding…. Still, I’m not sure if they understand it fully… I basically had to watch a strong and healthy animal deteriorate just in several weeks.

    There’s so much I’d still like to say but I can’t find the right words at the moment and English being my second language doesn’t make things any easier… I am just hoping I managed to give him a good life against all odds and that I will have the means do the same for another dog someday.

    1. Sorry to hear of your loss, I lost my 11 year old dog in a similar way, in just a week or so from the first signs of something being wrong.
      Though we know a decade or so is pretty much the average age for old dogs, we never are prepared when their time comes. My Sally passed about four years ago and I was left with the silence too.

      I don’t feel sad for her loss anymore though, she lived a good life, and I have taken in a few more dogs since then, and to me, that is the best cure for the loss of a companion dog. When you are ready there will be one waiting for you.

      Regards, Cris

      1. Thanks… I still fully expect to find him curled up on one of his favorite mats (they would be used either as beds or transportation devices, depending on his mood) but of course he is no longer around.

        Walks, now less frequent, seem to have no purpose and I am probably 838727th dog person to say this but we don’t realize how much time does it take to look after your dog until s/he’s gone.

        Can’t say I’m ready for another one, though. Especially given the fact that over the years I’ve become a huge fan of “northern” breeds and these dogs do require loads of attention and effort. I guess I will just have to wait and see.

  233. In the last week I lost both my babies, Buddy Chow\GSD mix approx.13 he had cancer and Remy 12 -1/2 a GSD whom had terrible arthritis and spinal degeneration. Remy we bought 12 years ago when we had lost our 10 year old GSD “Taboo” and couldn’t take the pain and loss anymore we decided our home is an empty lonely place without a pup getting into trouble and keep us on our toes. We never really knew how old Buddy was since he was abandoned in a home when his previous owners moved out.
    To answer the question on getting another dog, It was about 2 to 3 months after losing Taboo when we bought Remy and we never regretted our choice for one minute we were to the point we didn’t want to be home, be around people and found the pain of missing Taboo too hard. After all Taboo wouldn’t of want us to hurt he would want us to be happy. I struggled with guilt of it being too soon and is it fair to move on, am I being loyal to Taboo? Once I held Remy she stole my heart in her own way and that is when I realized that Taboo will never be forgotten and always be special to us.
    Soon after buying Remy my sisters friend whom owned rental properties called and told us that one of his tenant’s left a dog behind when they moved out. Of course Remy and I jumped in the car to meet Buddy and it was love at first site, needless to say Remy now has a brother and our home is complete. After all a home isn’t a home without 2 doggies and 3 kitties, right! Then I realized it was a bit crowded on the couch, after all now we have 2 fairly large doggies on the couch and a few kitties, we found ourselves sitting on the floor. So we bought the big sectional so the whole family could lay on the couch together and soon the bigger house with the acre back yard and split rail fence to keep my kids safe at all times. I really felt like our entire life and every decision we made revolved around our kids and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
    Today we find ourselves in the same place we were in 12 yrs ago, the house seems so empty and quiet, the family room that once had puppy bantering, or just sleeping pups sprawled across the couch after a fun day of running and playing, no longer exist. Buddy couldn’t fight the fight anymore so we decided to let him go peacefully last Thurs. We didn’t realize how hard it would be for Remy she already was having trouble walking and we assisted her in getting her up but we thought we had more time. She looked for Buddy the first few days but still was walking with help from the help-em harness and we were treating her with shots and pain meds from the vet. On Thurs. Remy no longer could stand on her own and Friday we had to carrier her outside to go. I knew then she couldn’t do this anymore she wanted to be with Buddy and free of her pain. It is the hardest thing to do and we felt our world come crashing down. The babies that we loved so hard are now gone and this house is now so empty and cold. Everything was the babies, I cannot see life without our babies. We are far richer people for having them in our lives and they will let us know when the time is right to share our love again.

    My heart goes out to everyone here that has lost their best friends. Our dogs teach us so much about love and loyalty, this is something that can’t be learned and can’t be replaced by our human companions.


  234. A: Yes, about the walks, 90% of my exercise comes from walking my dog 3-4 times a day. There would definitely be less walks in the dark, cold and rain for me without a dog dragging me out.

    Over last weekend I took in an old senior dog that has been visiting my house on and off for years, his owners are old and cannot look after him anymore. So I am currently back up to two dogs again, (and twice the work. ) All the dogs I’ve had were strays I found and took home, or were given to me when the owner could not keep them anymore.

  235. We bought Coco a female Shih Tzu in 04 for our daughter Alexandra. Coco was my daughter’s Christmas present in 04 but since she was only 6 yrs old at the time, I as her dad was retired from work took on the daily task of training, feeding, walking, grooming Coco as my new full time job. As the years passed Coco and I grew an immensely strong personal bond. Oh sure my daughter would play with her we would go on long walks in our wilderness trails and my wife would also shed loving attention and care for Coco when she had the time. I did have all the time in the world so Coco and I became inseparable. This in retrospect was good and bad. She was at my side and kept me company as I did work around the house and yard, always at my side willing to please p;ay at any given moment. She had something special within her little personality and her unusually big beautiful brown eyes, I notice Shih Tzu’s tend to have darker almost black eyes. People could not pass Coco by without commenting on how adorable and sweet she looked. Everyone and I mean everyone in my neighborhood knew and loved Coco.

    I was so in tune with Coco’s mood and her body that I saw her begin to change ever so slightly. She would see the Vet every 2 months to get her anal glands expressed professionally. The Vet always took care of her small occasional problems eye, ear infections etc. The last time the Vet saw Coco was Nov 9th 2015 and all was well. After that visit around 2 days before Thanksgiving my wife bathed Coco fed her while I did shopping for the upcoming Thanksgiving dinner. When I came home my wife was frantic screaming she had been calling for Coco in the house for almost an hour and could not find her. We agreed that all doors were closed and she could not have escaped so I searched everywhere possible in the entire house. We could not find her, she would not respond to her squeaky toys or my special whistle for he to come to me. After 3 hours we agreed that somehow possibly the mail man opened the door for delivery and she ran out. Coco never left the perimeter of the house so we were convinced someone had abducted her. We cried for hours when suddenly our neighbor rang the door bell and entered our vestibule. She was discussing our loss and as she looked up at the top of the stairs she said “what’s that”? It was Coco just sitting there looking down at us. She came to see who rang the door bell as she always did after hearing the ding dong. Apparently she hid so well somewhere and would not respond to our calls that and decided research if something different was going wrong with Coco for her to hide and not respond.

    We had a wonderful Thanksgiving told everyone the story and we all laughed it off. But in hindsight we now know that day she hid was the day she felt death was coming soon and wanted to be left alone. She showed no symptoms like not eating, drinking or vomiting..the only change was she started to look a little bloated. It all started on Sunday Dec 20 when she did not eat at all but she often had little spouts of upset stomach and occasional diarrhea if she ate to may treats. On Monday Dec 21st I noticed she was shivering when the house was quite warm…that was signal to get her to my Vet quickly. The Vet immediately noted her bloating took few x-ray’s and noticed very large growth…he could not tell if it was on the spleen which could be removed or if something other. He suggested exploratory surgery to determine the course of action, we agreed went home and cried all night. She was prepared with fluids that eve for next day surgery. On Dec 22, 2015 I went to do some holiday shopping and prayed for Coco’s recovery post op. My wife was at home preparing dinner when she received a call from the Vet…Coco was opened and the tumor was on her liver, it was not survivable!!! she would be dead in days and would also suffer but it was our choice he said. My wife called me on my cell while I was at the store, I collapsed to the floor whaling and crying uncontrollably as people came over to my assistance. I have never ever felt such pain and sorrow when I had to decide the doctor should just end her short sweet 11 yr. old life. The Vet put her down as she was under anesthesia so she went to the Rainbow Bridge in peace. I’m crying as I write this to let you guys know that after the grieving hopefully ends soon and we feel the time is right, I would like to eventually get another Shih Tzu pup and start another loving bond just like I did with Coco 11 years ago.

    May she rest in peace.

  236. I am so sorry to hear of your loss.

    My dog, at age 3, was hit by a train. It was terrible to witness, and there was no body to take to the vet—or bury, for that matter. Over two years later, I still miss him. I can’t have a dog as a student, but there are loads of dog shelters to volunteer at which has really helped. After graduation, I am looking forward to adopting.


  237. My first dog (I’m a senior), was 18 years old when he died over 16 months ago. I still miss him. Is it normal to miss a pet for this long?

    1. Loving dogs that arn’t really yours.
      I just adopted an 11 year old black Lab that has been visiting my house for over a year. His family just couldn’t care for him.
      It’s amazing in less than a couple of months how attached I have become to him. It’s bittersweet because I know he’s at the upper end of the typical dog’s life, and I probably don’t have much time with him, but that’s life.
      I’ve had three dogs die in the last four years or so, two in my arms unexpectedly, so I try to appreciate every moment, because to me a dog’s love is about as close to heaven as I’ll ever get.

    2. My dog died 17 months ago, three months shy of 19 years. I still miss her every day and get teary remembering her. So I guess at least for you and me it’s normal to miss a pet this long!

  238. Reading the comments on this post have helped me tremendously, as others have stated.

    Last Monday I lost my 8 year old German Shepherd mix, Callie. She had seemed fine until the week before when she started dragging at the end of the leash on walks, her back legs were trembling all the time, she was shedding excessively and towards the end, not eating. I had to lift her on and off the bed because her back legs would collapse on impact. She started waking up in the middle of the night crying. All this within 5 days time.

    I of course googled all the symptoms and thought she had degenerative myelopathy, which is common in German Shepherds. Took her to the vet planning for the worst but hoping it wouldn’t be. I brought my other dog, Auggie, who was devoted to his big sister, just in case. Turns out she’d lost 13lbs (how could I not have noticed??) and the vet said she is in late stage kidney failure. I knew she was in pain and taking her home would be selfish so Auggie and I were with her as she passed. I can’t forget how limp she went and how she gasped, how her mouth went slack and the life left her eyes. I know I made the right decision but hate that I had to make it.

    Auggie has never known a life without Callie and he doesn’t understand why she isn’t here. When I took her collar out of my purse it jangled and he perked up and tried to find her. He has been frantic being left alone.

    I adopted Callie when she was about 10 months old. I’d seen a craigslist ad asking for someone to adopt her as she would be put to sleep after Thanksgiving. I picked her up and she promptly pooped AND peed in my car. On the way home I stopped to pick up dogs bowls and food and when I got back to the car she wagged her tail and was happy to see me.

    Callie was not perfect; she was a very independent, stubborn dog – she was aggressive towards other dogs and she didn’t like being loved on, she would sigh and try to move her face away from me when I kissed on her each night before bed. I always kissed her three times and told her three kisses means I – love – you.

    She loved Auggie and Auggie always wanted to be close to her. Almost all of my pictures of her have him in it, too. I feel like I let her down because I wasn’t paying attention to her symptoms. I cried when I vacuumed up her fur. Today I cried when I washed her blanket. I keep thinking “last week Callie was alive” or I see a picture and it haunts me that she seemed fine and I didn’t know.

    Auggie and I loved her despite her resistance and we miss her tremendously. She had a golden-toasty, worried bear face and “airplane ears”. I wish I’d had the time to love on her and memorize all of the things I loved about her before I had to put her down. I wish I’d thought to ask the vet to give me a few minutes alone with her before they administered the drug. They gave me time alone with her after but she was so clearly gone that it was almost disturbing to love on her.

    Tomorrow she gets picked up to be cremated and I’m horrified at the idea but I have nowhere to bury her. I’m also worried the ashes I get back won’t be hers.

    I agree with many of the other posters that the grief is overwhelming and made more painful by the fact your grief isn’t socially acceptable or recognized. People getting tired of hearing about your dead dog and you internalize the grief.

    To my Cal-bells, I will love you forever. I know you’re in heaven looking down on me and Augs, doing your slow tail wag. We miss you so much.

  239. It’s been a year. I had such a hard time helping my 110 lb dog go from place to place …. picking up. So we finally thought oh we think we’re ready. So we went to the shelter looking for small dogs. I do not want another lab right now because I think they will remind me of him. My husband was supposed to be with (next to) the dog when he was put to sleep. But he didnt. I had to. I’m no wussy but for This dog I felt I could not handle it. Anyway moving on….well, right next to the small dogs was a very sweet lab. We locked eyes and I fell in love with her. She was gentle and just great. A different color, gender, even smaller. So she is available tomorrow. I got her a new collar with a pink flower. But now I’m thinking maybe it is not best. I thought I was ready but now I’m just depressed. I’m thinking because she is the same breed which I was avoiding it will remind me every time I look at her.

  240. At 10 Saturday morning Waldo was euthanized and my beloved Morkie is finally at rest. The end came after his long — truly heroic — struggle against a variety of ailments that began mid-December.

    I will never know the exact nature of his afflictions. Generally, I know that he became infected in December — and that damaged his kidneys and liver. His history of bladder stones resurfaced. At some point his central nervous system was also damaged — and this became his most serious problem. His MRI showed brain damage due to a meningitis-like invasion (likely the original infection) or a stroke or even the onset of an Alzheimer’s-like condition — perhaps a combination of these, I just don’t know. Medicinal measures began to help him, but then his lungs became infected — and for a time pneumonia (or pulmonary fibrosis) was his most serious threat. All of this was complicated by diabetes, the origin of which was never determined. He might have been diabetic for some time and it only became obvious when aggravated by the Prednisolone that was used to alleviate his neurological symptoms.

    Since the beginning of the year he rallied a couple of times — and my hopes were raised. But then another crisis would strike. The last diabetic crisis (or stroke) occurred last Thursday when I brought him home for the last time. Perhaps he had a series of strokes. In the end, his glucose level was controlled and his energy level was good — but he was unsteady and could barely walk. And he was blind and was unresponsive to me except on some automatic level. So Saturday morning I said my goodbye — perhaps he sensed that — then I held him in my arms as he was put to sleep.

    My wife and I had no children, so Waldo filled an important part of our family. Obviously, he was a surrogate child. But Waldo was more than that; different than our relationship with our 3 previous dogs — which we also had euthanized over the years. And so, our grief is greater now than with Waldo’s predecessors.

    Our previous dog was a Yorkie. When that dog had to be euthanized, we immediately got Waldo — the very same day. That action of getting Waldo spared us protracted grief over the loss of our prior dog. I strongly recommend pet owners do the same when their pets pass on. Doing so provides a means of transferring your emotional needs to another pet — and thus diminishes your emotional pain.

    I have been retired for just over a year and — although I am and have been happily married to a wonderful woman for almost 40 years — Waldo was my daily companion. He was my pal. This time my grief is greater for notable reasons. He was the only one of our dogs that was male — and so we had that special bond. I am older with fewer friends and Waldo was a greater part of my life. And he was such a special dog as described below. And because of our travel schedules, we cannot immediately replace Waldo to achieve quick succor for our heartbreak (in getting a new dog we would have to abandon it soon after getting him/her). As soon as our travel is complete, we intend to get another dog. Until then, we grieve.

    I loved this sweet dog as I loved all of my dogs. But Waldo had some special quality that endeared him to everyone he met. His exuberance for life was notable and he had the sweetest disposition of any of our dogs. As I often said, he was the Will Rogers of dogs because he never met a person he didn’t like.

    If there is a heaven for dog’s, it just got better.

  241. I am having a really hard time right now grieving for a dog that wasn’t even mine. I am extremely distraught and can’t really share the extent of my feelings with anyone – not even my wife or my brother. Especially when I’m on my own, I am going into fits of crying, and I feel extremely depressed and can’t seem to shake this feeling. I am putting on a brave face not only because I don’t want others to see me like this, but also because the extent of my grief seems so illogical for a dog I didn’t even really know all that well (although anyone could see what a wonderful dog she was).

    Three days ago I went to the vet with my brother, and his sweet, gentle loving dog was put down after a brief battle with cancer. Because she was a rescue dog, we aren’t even sure how old she was or even her exact breed, but it’s likely she was about eight years old. But none of that matters. All I do know was how much love she gave my brother (and my dad to a certain extent, who lives with my brother) and what a great dog she was. The sad thing is I didn’t get to know her as well as I should have because of some strange family dynamics and being too busy with my own life and family (and my own two dogs).

    It all started a couple of months back when my brother asked me to take his dog to the vet with him. She had a suspicious lump on her belly, and he took her in to get it removed. Things seemed to go well with the surgery and she appeared to recover very well, but about 10 days ago he told me she had another lump. A few days after that, he called the house and talked to my wife when I was out. He was really upset and crying about his dog and how he would likely have to put her down. Apparently, she wasn’t moving at all and wasn’t even getting up to eat or go out to do her business. She actually had two lumps on her underside with sores that had burst open. Things sounded really grim, and my brother asked if I would come over and take her to the vet with him. Having gone through this twice before, it was the last thing on earth I wanted to do, but at the same time I really wanted to be there for him. I started bawling even before I got to my dad’s house on the day of the appointment, but I managed to pull myself together just before I got there.

    When I got to the house, I was really shocked to see my dad and brother on the front porch with the dog, who seemed to be walking around like nothing was wrong. I was quite happy to see that she seemed much better than she had apparently been the day before. I had some hope that she would be able to hold on relatively pain-free for at least a little while longer, so I gently tried persuading my brother to at least have the vet examine her to see if there was any chance of letting her have at least a few more weeks. I said I would gladly come back to help him if I needed to or chip in some money if necessary.

    I was happy when my brother agreed to let the vet examine her. The vet offered some options including pain medication and was coaching my brother through his decision. In the end, he decided to make the very difficult decision to put his beloved dog to sleep. The problem is I didn’t entirely agree with him, but it really wasn’t my decision to make. I just found it difficult to think a dog that was walking around should be put to sleep. My previous two experiences involved dogs that were barely able to move and it was obviously time for them to go. Because I hadn’t seen the dog the day before when she was doing so poorly, I had a difficult time accepting how bad things were.

    So the decision was made and she passed peacefully with my brother holding and stroking her (I also stayed in the room until close to the very end and was petting her and holding her as well). He was absolutely heartbroken, but we both managed to pull ourselves together afterwards and went for a bite to eat. When we returned to my dad’s house he seemed a little surprised it happened so soon. The thing is I knew deep down that my brother made the right decision. It was so much better than giving her a couple of more weeks living with pain and suffering and putting off the inevitable. I also feel proud of him because he was so much braver than I would have been in the situation. Afterwards, he spent the weekend with my family and I, and I just dropped him off at home across town a few hours ago. I was pretty upset driving home even though the weekend was pretty good (we hardly talked about the situation afterwards).

    There is no anger or resentment towards my brother, but at the same time I am having a difficult time accepting what happened. Part of the problem is knowing my wife and I will likely be going through the same thing in the not-too-distant future with our beloved 11 ½ year-old Labrador Retriever who is frankly not doing too well either. That dog and I are inseparable; he is my best buddy and even just the thought of losing him causes me emotional and physical pain. I also feel badly that I wasn’t around enough over the past few years to really get to know my brother’s dog and see more of my dad (although I do see my brother a fair bit). It didn’t help that when we got back to my dad’s house after the appointment with the vet he started talking about his will.

    If this episode has taught me anything it’s that life is short. It is incredibly important to take time to enjoy the present and spend time with loved ones – whether they be human or otherwise. Relationships are so incredibly important to us all, and we don’t know how long we or our friends, family or pets have left on this earth. I personally am going to ensure that I snap out of the funk I’ve been in for several years now, stop sweating the small stuff and take time to enjoy being with my wife, daughter, father, brother and two dogs. Hopefully, some good can come of such a sad situation.

  242. My Thoughts on filling the void of a loved dog/family member.
    First let me say I and my wife are currently in the same situation. We just lost our German Shepherd weeks ago.And my wife unlike myself has not learned to distance herself or prepare for the inevitable loss. I have owned shepherds all my life and try not to get as emotionally attached. On the other hand my wife may need Psychological counselling. For this reason we are going to gamble that a new shepherd puppy will ease the pain. I feel that it is important to keep the same breed so it has similar traits. One thing that might benefit you and the readers is that we had two shepherds 4 years apart and the second shephard picked up the personality traits of the first. Which really became evident when the first shephard passed. It was unbelievable how Romeo started acting almost exactly like Ruckus. Not everyone can afford to do this, but if you really love your dog and want to see that personality in your next one I recommend it.

    Sorry for your loss and for everyone that goes through the emotional trauma of losing a family member.

  243. I’m sorry for the loss of all those who’ve posted here, and for all those who haven’t.

    I was visiting an acquaintance at a fireworks factory located in a rural, farming area. His dog had a litter of pups. I’m not sure how old they were. They were small, but they were running around in the fields. One came into the building where we were, came to me, and sat on my foot. I laughed. I went home and couldn’t stop thinking about that little dog for the rest of the day and evening. I’d never had a dog, or pet of any kind, my parents wouldn’t allow it. And I wasn’t looking for one, but I couldn’t stop thinking of her. So I decided that first thing in the morning I’d go back and ask for her. I worried that by the next morning she’d be gone. But, she was still there and she came home with me. She was mine, my little Midget, and she taught me how to love and that I was worthy of being loved. Something that humans had never taught me. She was a mixed breed and looked very similar to a corgi. I had her for 13 years. She bonded with my brother’s dog and they were inseparable. We went on many, many walks through fields, on dirt roads, in the mountains. Miles at a time. Winter and summer. She was a sweet, smart dog who loved everyone, and everyone loved her. The time went by too quickly and the worst day of my life happened. She was my child, and when she took her last breath, part of my heart, the part I gave to her, went with her. Because of how I was raised, I’ve had problems with depression for many years. I’d fought it while I had her, but crashed after she was gone. I knew that she’d had a wonderful life, but the thought didn’t help. When I finally recovered, I wasn’t able to have another pet. I was afraid that when that final day came again, I’d commit suicide.

    Almost 7 years ago my niece moved back from Pennsylvania after a divorce and brought 3 cats with her. 2 that were hers, and one that was feral. The feral cat was named Corky. People in the neighborhood knew about Corky. Someone had tried to make her into a house cat when she was younger, even removing her claws, but she didn’t want to be one and didn’t much care for people, so she was either put out, or ran way. Corky was 10 years old when my niece found her in a bad way walking down the road. She picked her up and took her. When my nice arrived here she asked if I would watch her 3 cats while she found a pet friendly place to live, and I said yes. I knew nothing of feral cats, or cats at all really, but could tell that Corky was different. More independent, didn’t get along with the other cats, more persistent. When my nice took her cats, I kept Corky.

    She was dirty, matted and flea infested. I took care of that. Then the asthma became apparent and she started taking steroid pills, later changed to an inhaler. The steroids made her diabetes apparent, she lost weight rapidly. 2 insulin shots a day were required.

    I had 2 choices and made the choice to keep her alive. I promised her that I would take care of her, protect her, feed her, and always be there. I became her caregiver for the last almost 7 years. Up every morning at 5 am to feed her and give her insulin. Home every evening at 5 pm for the same. My free time at home just in case. Many, many trips to the vet. Because of how stressed she’d become, I couldn’t leave her at pet boarding for a few days and knew of no one who could give her shots, give her the inhaler for asthma, or would be willing to get up at 5 to be there, and be willing to spend time watching her for insulin shock or an asthma attack. She didn’t need a human to love her, and many times when I tried to pet her, she’d get angry. She needed a human to help her. It was difficult. A hard situation. But I loved that little cat regardless. I couldn’t help myself. By the last year I had her I was functioning on adrenaline alone. I knew I was crashing, but we have the ability to ignore ourselves when a loved one needs care. Sometimes I’d sit with my head in my hands and worry that she’d outlive me. Worry about what would happen to her. We were both old now, me 65, her 17. She was limping now with arthritis in one back leg, deaf, but I could tell she wasn’t ready to go and I had to respect that. I think she could tell that I was struggling. About 5 months ago her behavior changed. She wanted a lot of pets, and would even let me rub her feet and tail, and all the way down her body. Things that weren’t allowed before. Then, a month ago, I got up at 5, fed her, gave her her shot, and an hour later she crashed. She tried to use her box but couldn’t. Then she’d collapse. It happened 3 times. She lied with her head in her food dish. I called the vet clinic that had taken care of her and knew all about her, and they told me to bring her in right now. It was a blur. Then she was gone. The vet, who I knew very well by then, was wonderful as were the staff.

    I crashed a week later, getting the flu or pneumonia. They had to start an IV with steroids and antibiotics. A month later the flu is finally leaving, but the heartache isn’t. I miss her. I cry, and am crying now. I can’t sleep at night. I can’t eat. I feel guilty. Guilty that I had to housebreak her so I didn’t have to throw her away. Guilty that I’d kept her alive too long. Guilty for making a little free wild cat live in a house.

    Corky taught me how to love someone who didn’t love me back. How hard it can be. How we fail sometimes, no matter how hard we try, because we’re human.

    Just like my sweet dog Midget, my independent, confrontational little cat Corky took the part of my heart that I gave her when she died. My heart is more caring now than before I got either of my children, but it aches now and I’m afraid it always will. That it won’t recover.

    I hope that everyone who is grieving, who’s in pain, will find comfort, acceptance, and peace.

  244. We lost our beloved Simon a month ago due to a growth on his pancreas that was found in the afternoon on the day he became ill. His passing was so sudden and unexpected that I have hardly been able to function. I retired in April of last year and Simon has literally been with me every day and every night since. He was my constant companion and friend and was only 2 1/2 years old. His breed was rat terrier. Every day I get up and start in on our old routine of feeding and getting ready for our morning walk but he is not there, that is when the realization that he is gone and never coming back hits me and I go into a depression for the remainder of the day. I have arranged to purchase another rat terrier from a breeder in colorado but am afraid that my expectations of the character of the dog we get may not be in line with that of our Simon. I am 64 years old and have always had a dog but can honestly say that Simon was closer to me that any others I have had and his passing has created a giant rift in my heart and has definitely changed the way I am perceived by others. When Simon was alive I was always referred to as the guy on the corner with the little tan dog that is such a character, now I hear people talk about that old man on the corner that has had such bad luck with his dogs. I have tried go give all of my dogs the best home possible and all of the love I have and have never lost a dog to an accident. I think I am ready for one more dog in my life and will love him with all my heart. Its up to life as to how long we are together.

  245. This coming Wednesday, July 13th, will be the one year anniversary of our Golden Retriever’s death. She was ten years, one month, and seventeen days old when she died, and had given birth to two litters of beautiful puppies who, themselves, have started to die now. I think I must be one of those hard cases, because I’m only down from crying for her every single day to about four days a week. I still look for her EVERY time I come through the door, even now. When is that supposed to wear off? I hate our lonely, empty back yard so much that for the first time in at least 30 years, I couldn’t plant a vegetable garden because I can’t stand to be in the yard without her being right there with me. I can’t imagine getting a “replacement” dog, although everybody in the world strongly encourages us to do that. It seems so wrong; disloyal to our sweet girl and terribly unfair to the pup coming into our sorrow-filled home. Early this morning I drove to the cross-country course where I always walked her and my daughter and her athletic friends used to run all their puppies together, and I took nail polish and painted her name in a heart on the back of a certain tree where the path diverges into the nearby lake unless you stay on the trail. After a few times, she NEVER went into the lake without permission. I would give her a cookie at that tree for being such a good girl before we continued on our walk. Wednesday I am going to return to the tree and bury a vial of her ashes at the base of her tree. I am HOPING that all this will help a little bit, and that this terrible, persistent grief that is killing my enthusiasm for practically everything else in life will not outlive me, though I’m really starting to wonder. My children have moved on, and my husband wasn’t super emotionally attached to her like my daughter and I were/are. Why can’t I move on? I’ve lost my parents and all my siblings and all my aunts and uncles and tons of friends. In fact, they’re dropping like flies. Have lost seven other pets throughout my life, as well. This is hardly my first death experience. Why, after a year, am I still in such a state? I feel as though a big chunk of me has died with her, and most of the joy in life has been swapped out for a pervasive, gray rottenness.

  246. Yesterday we laid our beloved little Pippin to rest. We got Mr. Pippin on my birthday 11 yrs ago in July. He was a fawn colored Chihuahua mix. He was our scout dog- always on alert to protect us and see what was going on in his back yard. His companion was Butchie Boy a dachshund that is 6 months older. From the beginning he slept pressed against my feet every night until he passed. Pippin was a loyal companion and faithful member of our family. Oh, how I thought we would grow old together! It was not meant to be and I am grateful for the gift of being his owner. Pippin developed a heart murmur at age 9 and we took him to a vet cardiologist who followed him as his heart disease progressed. He was on 7 pills twice and day and in the beginning took them easily, then he no longer wanted his pills as he did not want to eat. He was given 3-4 months and in reality, it was only 3 weeks. I saw my healthy Pippin start to waste away and we pumped him full of steak and rice, chicken and whatever he wanted. Saturday he stopped eating, no longer took the pills. Sunday afternoon I returned from out of town and he did not greet me or wag his tail. All he could do is lay there. We knew it was time and let him see his backyard one more time and allowed our other 2 dogs to say goodbye. He could not longer stand. We took him to where he went for cardiology and were with him when he very peacefully crossed over the bridge, his head in my lap. Such a good dog he was! My heart breaks but we helped guide him over and will always have his memories. I have his paw print and we will scatter his ashes in the back yard he so loved. We will miss our little scout. We love you Pippin!

  247. Thank you all for all your comments. They are all wonderful and are the only things that made me feel a little better. Bless you all!

  248. PS

    My favorite comment was by the person who said that with every dog you lose, a piece of your heart goes with them. With every new canine friend that comes into your life, you receive a piece of their hearts. Someday, you will be all canine heart and well, then and only then will you be able to love unconditionally as they do – without any thought of a return – just unconditional love. How hard it is to lose that kind of love, huh? It is too early in my grief to get another canine buddy, but I do something else – that helps the pain. Rosey passed from cancer at 7.5 lives and it was the shock of shocks, but all of you know that already. She was a beautiful girl I called Roseygirl. We also have her brother once removed I think as he is about a year older. They were in shows together and as soon as he came to live with us, they immediate remembered each other. This was obvious. They reunited as best of friends, too. When dear Rosey passed, he was so depressed. And then…he came out of it and I noticed he was a great deal like Rosey. Afterall, they were blood relatives and very close. Now, we spend time together and “we talk” about his Rosey stories and mine. She was a tough female sometimes, but was also very sweet. She could push him around too! So, we share stories as we share our love of her and its a comfort of the heart like no other. It’s almostlike, though her brother, his name is Jiggs, Rosey’s life will be extended by Jigg’s years and he should knock on wood live to 17 or maybe even 20 years. We can spend that time remembering Rosey and sharing her as if…no not as if, because she will then still be with us. It is a gift…a wonderful gift she left us both in our “older years.” Thank you sweetie. We love you now and forever. Ah, if love could have saved you, you would live forever. Tears. Force me to stop now

  249. I lost my baby girl 9 days ago. An extremely loving, energetic, happy, friendly, smart 23 month old rottie. A day into a family trip with my husband and two kids we received a call from the dogsitter, he forgot her in the car and she passed away in the heat… a horror scene that replays in my vivid head over and over. I still think she is coming home. I feel pain, numbness, anger, sorrow, disbelieve, distraught, and everything in between. Days are starting to blend and it’s hard to accept the cruel reality.

  250. I lost my best buddy of 15 years, adopted a puppy 3 months later to fill the void and help to bring some cheer (different breed, etc)…and that puppy died of cancer right after her 1st birthday. She was diagnosed with a rare, aggressive cancer within 2 months of getting her.

    I never thought in a million years that I would have such an experience. I loved them both in such different ways – it was heartbreaking.

    Now, although I want to have another dog, and there is space in my heart & life to offer a shelter dog a wonderful life, I’m hesitant.

    I don’t think I could take any more tragedy or loss.

    1. My prayers are with you and your dear dog. God give you strength. Your dear dog will always be with you. My heartily condolence.

  251. I lost a street dog. He was 2 months old playing with his sibling on the road. Suddenly a car drove upon him and he died on the spot. I felt very painful at my heart. He is, was and will be my dearest. He was very cute. I cried heavily while wrapping up his body in the cloth. I dug a pit to earth his body. Kept some biscuits and milk which was his favourite food and it cried a lot. Please I urge you folks to keep your blessings in your prayers. His mom and a brother are alive. Hope they live a good and healthy life. Please pray for him. I can’t stop my self from crying.

  252. In September my family and I had to make the heart wrenching decision to put down our 15 year old catahoula leopard dog named Yankee. He was the best guard companion and unconditional love my family has ever experienced. There were tough times with him that I would choose again any day. I learned so much from having him. When he was 13, his health started to go down hill, my kids were so attached that my husband and I thought it would help Yankee to have a young dog around, also to help lessen the blow of losing him. We got a a papillon puppy and named him bandit. Bandit loved all of us and Yankee, in my opinion was one of the main reasons Yankee lasted another 2 1/2 years. Bandit would try to play with Yankee every day, and Yankee would just ignore him or sometimes play (but not much). A week and a half after burying Yankee on our family farm. My baby bear bandit ran into the tire on my car when he was having a good time on our farm. He died in my arms on the way to rush him to the vet. They tried to revive him but it didn’t work. We took him home and buried him next to Yankee. My heart felt so broken along with my kids and husband. It was so tragic and sad to have this happen.
    This site helped me initially to know there are others who hurt for there animals so much. It has been about two months and we are getting a new papillon next week. It’s very exciting, each and every animal is so special. I ❤️ The new puppy and I don’t even have him yet. But I still love and cry for Yankee and bandit.

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