Take some time and remember the greatest things, you hold in your heart and mind, about that dog.
The look on Spook's face when you came home and opened the door. The way he cocked his ears when you picked up the leash (no matter how quietly you did it). The stretch/greeting he gave, first thing in the morning. The way he'd sometimes be looking over his shoulder, at you and then walk his head into the door frame. The time he tried to carry the stick through the doorway.
Think back on the greatest things he did, that warmed your heart. If you ever sat on the floor and cried and he came over to see what was wrong. If he brought you a toy, when he could tell you were sad.
Remember how much he loved you and how much you loved him. No dog can be that dog or replace him, that's why God only gave you one.
Like the little boy said:
People have to live a long time because we have to spend years learning how to love people unconditionally. How to be happy when we meet strangers and how to be kind to everyone.
Dogs are born knowing how to do all that, so they don't have to live as long.
These stupid threads make me cry. Why do I read them?
I'm so sorry for your loss. I don't know that there's any hope for feeling better. You can only feel less bad.
My parents put my dog to sleep, while I was at school. He had bitten a girl, on the face, while she was accidentally hurting him. I still cry when I think about him. He was such a great dog, like all Golden Retrievers.
That was 30 years ago. I hope Spook was good enough that you still ache when you think of him, in 30 years. I truly hope you miss him that much. I don't want more torment for you. I just know every dog gets into your heart in it's own way and when it's gone, it leaves a hole as big as it's presence was.
The look on Spook's face when you came home and opened the door. The way he cocked his ears when you picked up the leash (no matter how quietly you did it). The stretch/greeting he gave, first thing in the morning. The way he'd sometimes be looking over his shoulder, at you and then walk his head into the door frame. The time he tried to carry the stick through the doorway.
Think back on the greatest things he did, that warmed your heart. If you ever sat on the floor and cried and he came over to see what was wrong. If he brought you a toy, when he could tell you were sad.
Remember how much he loved you and how much you loved him. No dog can be that dog or replace him, that's why God only gave you one.
Like the little boy said:
People have to live a long time because we have to spend years learning how to love people unconditionally. How to be happy when we meet strangers and how to be kind to everyone.
Dogs are born knowing how to do all that, so they don't have to live as long.
These stupid threads make me cry. Why do I read them?
I'm so sorry for your loss. I don't know that there's any hope for feeling better. You can only feel less bad.
My parents put my dog to sleep, while I was at school. He had bitten a girl, on the face, while she was accidentally hurting him. I still cry when I think about him. He was such a great dog, like all Golden Retrievers.
That was 30 years ago. I hope Spook was good enough that you still ache when you think of him, in 30 years. I truly hope you miss him that much. I don't want more torment for you. I just know every dog gets into your heart in it's own way and when it's gone, it leaves a hole as big as it's presence was.