Sarah, I know how you feel. I lost my little dachshund, Peabody a few weeks ago. She was 15 years old, we had her since she was 8 weeks old, passed away from renal failure which was detected a year ago. We took very good care of her for a year and she was fine. but her kidneys gave out a couple weeks before she passed away We did not put her to sleep. We kept her comfortable with fluids everyday and nausea medication. It was very sad but I would not have done it any other way. God authorizes us to treat the pain but does not authorize us to take the life of the dying. "GIVE STRONG DRINK TO HIM THAT IS READY TO PERISH AND WINE TO THEM THAT BE OF HEAVY HEART. We have pain medicine now to treat the pain. Peabody passed away at home with us in my bed, on my birthday. I am still very sad and I still cry. We got a 2 year old dachshund now. He was a rescue dog. We got him in memory of our Peabody. His name is Flash and he lives up to his name. We love him and he is very active and keeps us busy. But he will never take the place of our Peabody. But we gave him a forever home instead of him being locked in a cage in a shelter. I do everything for him I did for Peabody. He sleeps on her bed, I cook for him, I talk to him, play with him. He does ease the pain and keeps us busy and fills the void. So I would say it is okay to get another dog when you are ready because for me, the emptiness was really bad. Yes it is the emptiness that is really bad. I have been on the internet reading and looking at everything, I guess just to keep connected to everything that has to do with my Peabody passing away. It is very hard. Thanks to everyone for letting me read your story. And for me being able to tell you my story. Mary
Sarah I lost my gentle giant Jake on the 21st of October 2013 ,I'm grieving ,miss him everyday , I miss his soft fur ,I miss his bark and miss the meeting at the front door after a day at work . Jake was a huge part of our family life and we just miss him .Sarah i know how you feel ,the only thing I can tell you it will pass ,it was not the first time for me but if you really care about a four legged friend ,the pain is the same .Take comfort that you beloved pet in no longer in pain and that is crossing the rainbow bridge and it is waiting to see you when the time comes !
Time will heal.. But he will remain in your heart forever. I lost my first dog 3 years ago. And I adopted another dog to feel the void. New love bonds again.. But the new dog was never a replacement and never will be. I will always remember the happy times we spent together. I fact after reading this article, I start to miss him again and my eyes swell...
Dear Sarah, No words can really ease the pain and emptiness you feel. Time does help a bit. You do start to get used to her not being there . Although there will be times when it hits you so hard again. I lost my boy, Finn, a small border collie in May this year. He was 17 years 8 months and he had been with me since he was 7 weeks old. I still feel the emptiness and writing this to you brings tears. Love and best wishes. Helen x
Dear Sarah, I am so broken for you. Let me say from the start, have you any idea what a wonderful life he had with you, the joy you brought him, the love. Also dear, as we say, he will be waiting for you over Rainbow Bridge well and happy and young again. Weep all you may but weep your you, remember he is young and healthy once more. Look out for signs he has come to say thank you and hello. Angels on your pillows.
“Dogs, lives are short, too short, but you know that going in. You know the pain is coming, you're going to lose a dog, and there's going to be great anguish, so you live fully in the moment with her, never fail to share her joy or delight in her innocence, because you can't support the illusion that a dog can be your lifelong companion. There's such beauty in the hard honesty of that, in accepting and giving love while always aware that it comes with an unbearable price. Maybe loving dogs is a way we do penance for all the other illusions we allow ourselves and the mistakes we make because of those illusions.” ― Dean Koontz,
I understand your broken heart Sarah. I am so sorry. I lost my dog Chance (Chanceyboy), a beautiful Chesapeake Bay Retriever, to heart failure on Mothers Day, 2010. He died in my arms and I didn't think I'd ever get over the loss of my beautiful boy. And fact is, I haven't. But my heart has healed enough that it doesn't feel like it's on the outside of my chest any more. And where some get a pet fairly soon after the loss, It has taken me a little over 3 years to be ready to do this again. As it happens, I have my eye on a little dog, a poodle/basset hound mix (haha really, what a combination huh?) at our local rescue ranch. Her name is Penny. She isn't anything like my mighty Chesapeake, and that's fine because one dog never replaces another. But I know that she will capture my heart and we will have many wonderful years together, keeping each other company and making memories. Hang in there Sarah, it will get easier and the day will come when your heart is ready for another wonderful companion. I pray that day comes sooner rather than later. And you will never forget your Charle-bear, just like I will never forget my Chanceyboy.
First of all, please accept my condolences for your very painful loss. Second, please find what comfort you can in the fact that so many people have reached out to try to comfort and guide through your grief in a loving way. Your message indicates that you are a young adult so it is especially important that you understand that what you are feeling now is not the rest of your life. No, that doesn't mean that you will become hard or insensitive or that your love for your beloved Charlie-bear will wane, just that it will become part of a much larger life than what you know now.
Two months before my birth, my parents adopted a puppy they named Friskie. He and I grew up together and he was my boyhood best friend. During his life we adopted three cats and another puppy. It seemed as if anybody had kittens or puppies that needed a home my parents would adopt one. I loved all of those little friends but, for various reasons, all but Friskie died young. I cried for all of them, usually in my mother's arms, her tears mingled with mine. But I still had Friskie, who was a wonderful dog, growing from a small puppy to a gentle giant. When I entered my teens, Friskie started having heart trouble. A dedicated vet kept Friskie going pretty strong but one day, when we were 16 years old, coming home from school, I found Friskie's lifeless body in the front yard. His great heart had beat its last. My whole family mourned the loss. Today, I am 61 years old and I still get teary as I write this but I am also at peace with it. I have experienced the loss of my parents, my marriage, my daughters and numerous pets who were precious to me. My heart aches for all of these but I have perspective. Today, I have four cats. Each of them, especially the younger three, could easily outlive me and my great concern for them is to do the best I can to give them good, healthy, safe lives and to provide another home for them in the event that they survive my passing. I love each of them dearly and will surely be heartbroken again if something bad happens to any one of them while I still live but I know that as surely as we are born, we all must die. The best any of us can hope for is favorable scheduling and a peaceful passing. One thing that has helped me in the past fifteen years or so to deal with the passing of a beloved pet is to take on the responsibility of caring for yet another. Before that, I would sometimes let years pass without a pet. Caring for another is better. My heart goes out to you, Sarah. Young hearts are tender, not yet having developed scar tissue. If I may, let me suggest this to you; make your life large. Reach out to others in need and give them what help you can. Make others' problems important to you. That isn't to say that you should be a busybody but there are always people and animals in need who will willingly and gratefully accept your outstretched hand. Charlie-bear will always know that you love him, even when your are old and grey.
Hi Sarah, I'm sorry for your loss. I've had to say good-bye to my furkids in the past and it's the toughest thing ever. I had to let my little Pomeranian Mickey go in March 2012 at the age of 16. He had congestive heart failure for a few years, but the night he went, he went into seizures and he never came out of it. I fell into a deep depression as I was also still grieving over my mom's death about 4 months earlier. Three days later my heart was gripped by the photo of a scabby, nearly hairless choco-lab with the saddest eyes just rescued by a local no-kill animal rescue--she was in bad shape and they were looking for an emergency foster home to help her heal. I took her in and figured we could help each other. She's still with me :) I've fostered 4 rescues so far, 2 with special needs and it's been the best decision ever. I still choke up when I see a picture of Mickey, but I help other fur friends in his honour. They steal our hearts and leave us way to soon. Hugs to you.