I'm sorry Shuffler. Losing your dog is heartbreaking.
We just lost my Wife's Dachshund (Sabastian) day before yesterday. She had just returned home and her dog was fine. She went in the bedroom and heard a blood curdling yelp. He had a stroke. Vet was unable to stabilize him. He was 14 years old.
Needless to say, it is pretty dreary around my home right now. My Black Lab is looking around for his little brother.
We just lost my Wife's Dachshund (Sabastian) day before yesterday. She had just returned home and her dog was fine. She went in the bedroom and heard a blood curdling yelp. He had a stroke. Vet was unable to stabilize him. He was 14 years old.Sorry for your loss
Needless to say, it is pretty dreary around my home right now. My Black Lab is looking around for his little brother.
Lost my 10yr old Golden to cancer 2 years ago and still affects me when I see Goldens romping.
Most of us know that pain. I saved this from one of the old (1970s?) American Rifleman magazines:
WHERE TO BURY A DOG
By Ben Hur Lampman
Portland Oregonian
September 11, 1925
A subscriber of the Ontario Argus has written to the editor asking, “Where shall I bury my dog?” It is asked in advance of death.
We would say to the Ontario man that there are various places in which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now of a setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine, and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought. This setter is buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and at its proper season the cherry strews petals on the green lawn of his grave. Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any flowering shrub of the garden, is an excellent place to bury a good dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavorous bone, or lifted head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter. For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked, and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land, where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained, and nothing lost – if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog.
If you bury him in this spot, he will come to you when you call – come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they shall not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he belongs there. People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing. The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.
- oldman
Ordered the Synovi G4 for his hips especially but also joint stiffness.
Praying it helps him a lot. Maybe colder weather is playing a role too.
5k later our pit has a new knee
Who knew they like to blow out their acls
Eagler
I just lost my emotional support dog of 14 years. He was a little Maltese we got when he was ten weeks old. Sammie never left my side. If he couldn’t see me, he would go looking. He had to be right next to me at all times. I relied on him more than he did me. With my deep depression, he was always there for me. I’m heading out today to pick him up from the crematorium and bring him home one last time.
It always hurts when our fur children cross the rainbow bridge. There is a hole left that can’t be filled. It’s hard for me to get up in the morning now. Knowing he won’t be next to me. This is my last dog since my wife lost her job on a way that we won’t be able to afford vet bills. And if I can’t keep them healthy, I won’t have one.there were times I liked him more than my wife!!!
Carry on Sammie.
https://www.reddit.com/r/stbernards/comments/lxtqk6/winston_enjoying_the_first_day_of_the_recent/
A couple pictures of my dog taken the first day of the recent Texas freeze. He enjoyed it until the snow iced over and everything became slick.
I just lost my emotional support dog of 14 years. He was a little Maltese we got when he was ten weeks old. Sammie never left my side. If he couldn’t see me, he would go looking. He had to be right next to me at all times. I relied on him more than he did me. With my deep depression, he was always there for me. I’m heading out today to pick him up from the crematorium and bring him home one last time.
It always hurts when our fur children cross the rainbow bridge. There is a hole left that can’t be filled. It’s hard for me to get up in the morning now. Knowing he won’t be next to me. This is my last dog since my wife lost her job on a way that we won’t be able to afford vet bills. And if I can’t keep them healthy, I won’t have one.there were times I liked him more than my wife!!!
Carry on Sammie.