Wine sounds great right now. Thank you to everyone who posted on FB about Sissy. I have not really been on here as crazy lately because of her passing. We still look for her every time we walk out to the bar. I still feel sick when I go to check the chickens and she is not running in front of me to beat me to them. I sat in my chair today to watch the chickens and found myself looking over to the coops where she always planted herself. She adored staring at the chickens. Some dogs are great dogs, but few are amazing, loving, almost human.
Thank you for letting me vent. I am not ready for things to get back to normal. It's hard right now to think it's possible without your 24/7 buddy.
I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. I know exactly how you feel. I had a best friend and companion also named Sissy that I had to have put to sleep September 13th 2010. I still miss her terribly. She was 13 years old. We where so close we could communicate thru thought. I'm not a crazy person and the first time it happened it freaked me out. She told me she wished I wouldn't smoke. I remember where I was and what i was doing as if it happened yesterday. She was old and had artheritis in her hips for a few years. When it seemed it was getting worse I thought that was actually what was wrong. But she got to where she was vomiting and wouldn't eat or drink but stand over her bowls and just stand there. She was telling me something was wrong. She usually went outside and went potty and came back in and I didn't have to walk her around so when she would go outside and just stand there I knew there was a problem other than an upset tummy. A weekend at the vet and a load of tests showed her intestines where eaten up with cancer. The vet said she wouldn't even live thru surgery so I had to make the decision I was trying so hard to avoid. Before the vet brought her from the back to the room where it was going to be done at I "linked in" to her and explained what the situation was with her sickness and what was about to happen. She arrived to the room and came to me and sat at my feet and put her head on my knee as if she was trying to comfort me. She cooperated completely with the vet and techs that did what they had to do. When it was all over they left the room and let me cry my eyes out.
It's been very hard for me to get attached to another animal like I was with her. The pain is too great. My heart still aches. I can't even talk about her without tears. I keep her collar on my PC and her pictures are on the wall. I'll never be ashamed to admit I loved her very much and we'll be reunited one day in heaven.
So I understand how you feel and I am very truely sorry for your loss and I know you'll always carry her in your heart.
) Your very welcome
