jdcnow
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I just got home and found that my wonderful little Dacshund was attacked by some of my neighbor's large-breed dogs. (I don't know which neighbor it was; I have several nearby who have large-breeds.) My baby's gone
And while we are often made fun of, I am (was) proud to be one of those kinds of pet owners who treat(ed) pets as children, who liked/loved their pets more than some family members. He would run to my feet and jump up, asking for me to pick him up and hold him like a small child (and oh how he enjoyed being picked up). There were the times when I would set my dinner plate on top of a fold-up table next to the sofa in preparation to watch TV. I'd forget something in the kitchen, leave my food there and go back for something. And when I came back, one food item (sometimes a chicken leg, sometimes a steak rib bone, etc) would be missing. I need only look to the other end of the couch for my missing food (thank God it was easy to clean up). Had his own chair in the living room, but would always climb up on the sofa with me and would want me to play with him. Yes, spoiled rotten he was. His house, I just paid the bills.
I welcome your thoughts >> How do you cope with such a loss so close? How does one deal with losing such a dear friend? How does one even bother to go on...
Thank you, my angel for 6 great, wonderful years
I just got home and found that my wonderful little Dacshund was attacked by some of my neighbor's large-breed dogs. (I don't know which neighbor it was; I have several nearby who have large-breeds.) My baby's gone
And while we are often made fun of, I am (was) proud to be one of those kinds of pet owners who treat(ed) pets as children, who liked/loved their pets more than some family members. He would run to my feet and jump up, asking for me to pick him up and hold him like a small child (and oh how he enjoyed being picked up). There were the times when I would set my dinner plate on top of a fold-up table next to the sofa in preparation to watch TV. I'd forget something in the kitchen, leave my food there and go back for something. And when I came back, one food item (sometimes a chicken leg, sometimes a steak rib bone, etc) would be missing. I need only look to the other end of the couch for my missing food (thank God it was easy to clean up). Had his own chair in the living room, but would always climb up on the sofa with me and would want me to play with him. Yes, spoiled rotten he was. His house, I just paid the bills.
I welcome your thoughts >> How do you cope with such a loss so close? How does one deal with losing such a dear friend? How does one even bother to go on...
Thank you, my angel for 6 great, wonderful years


















