Charlie, my chihuahua/poodle mix, died yesterday and I am having REALLY hard time with it. We had him for 13 years - since he was a pup. I've had dogs that I was close to in the past die and it was nothing like this. I feel like he was my soul's companion.
Charlie was my constant companion, my best friend, and l loved him so much. I feel like my heart has been broken and can't stop crying(I'm not someone that cries easily, unless I'm watching a sad animal movie)
We couldn't have children the first 6 years of our marriage. He was more than a pet to me, he helped my heart when it ached for children. When he was a pup he was as tiny as a newborn kitten, I had a box next to my bed and would tuck him in each night under a little wash cloth and when he woke up during the night and cried I would stroke him back to sleep.
He traveled with us where ever we went - we tried to leave him once for a few days with a friend to watch him and he refused to eat the whole time. I was able to leave him with my parents or sister a few times, but he would cry and hide the whole time we would be gone.
He was always on my lap until we were able to have children and then he was sitting by my side or at my feet and always in the same room with me. He had the most expressive eyes and I could tell when he would want to go out or his food refilled by him just looking at me.
My husband traveled a lot over the years, yet I was never truly alone. After the kids would go to bed and the house was quiet, I would have Charlie by my side. It was such a comfort to stroke his fur.
We had to put him to sleep yesterday morning and that was such a painful decision, I didn't want him suffering any longer and knew it was the right decision, but it hurts knowing I did this to my dog.
His health has been declining for the past year. I knew he wasn't going to last much longer, and we just got a new puppy about 2 weeks ago. This pup will never replace him, neither will any other dog.
I am grateful to have a husband who is so understanding and we cried together all day yesterday.
I am wondering if anyone else has ever had a dog that they were so closely attached to that their heart felt broken and painful when they died. I know it will get easier, it's only been a day, but I am having such a hard time. My chest hurts, my eyes are getting sores.
It is my belief that in the afterlife we will see our family again and our spirits unite. But what about animals?? Where do they go? I want to be able to see him again. He was like family.
I keep imagining him in a happy place. A summery scene, outdoors in the mountains walking along a grassy stream, sniffing the air and looking for an adventure. I hope this is where he is and what he's doing....
I guess I have written this mostly to ease my heart a bit, but I do want to know what people's thoughts are about what happens to animals when they die? What are your beliefs?
Charlie was my constant companion, my best friend, and l loved him so much. I feel like my heart has been broken and can't stop crying(I'm not someone that cries easily, unless I'm watching a sad animal movie)
We couldn't have children the first 6 years of our marriage. He was more than a pet to me, he helped my heart when it ached for children. When he was a pup he was as tiny as a newborn kitten, I had a box next to my bed and would tuck him in each night under a little wash cloth and when he woke up during the night and cried I would stroke him back to sleep.
He traveled with us where ever we went - we tried to leave him once for a few days with a friend to watch him and he refused to eat the whole time. I was able to leave him with my parents or sister a few times, but he would cry and hide the whole time we would be gone.
He was always on my lap until we were able to have children and then he was sitting by my side or at my feet and always in the same room with me. He had the most expressive eyes and I could tell when he would want to go out or his food refilled by him just looking at me.
My husband traveled a lot over the years, yet I was never truly alone. After the kids would go to bed and the house was quiet, I would have Charlie by my side. It was such a comfort to stroke his fur.
We had to put him to sleep yesterday morning and that was such a painful decision, I didn't want him suffering any longer and knew it was the right decision, but it hurts knowing I did this to my dog.
His health has been declining for the past year. I knew he wasn't going to last much longer, and we just got a new puppy about 2 weeks ago. This pup will never replace him, neither will any other dog.
I am grateful to have a husband who is so understanding and we cried together all day yesterday.
I am wondering if anyone else has ever had a dog that they were so closely attached to that their heart felt broken and painful when they died. I know it will get easier, it's only been a day, but I am having such a hard time. My chest hurts, my eyes are getting sores.
It is my belief that in the afterlife we will see our family again and our spirits unite. But what about animals?? Where do they go? I want to be able to see him again. He was like family.
I keep imagining him in a happy place. A summery scene, outdoors in the mountains walking along a grassy stream, sniffing the air and looking for an adventure. I hope this is where he is and what he's doing....
I guess I have written this mostly to ease my heart a bit, but I do want to know what people's thoughts are about what happens to animals when they die? What are your beliefs?