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.