sunvalleylaw
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I am sorry to hear of the passing of your furry friend. Sending warmth and good wishes.
Very very sorry for your loss. I adore my pal Phineas, who is about to turn 9. He has brought my daughter and my wife great joy, but like you, I've been with him the most since getting him. When the time comes for him to leave, I know it will be incredibly difficult. I went through that a few years ago with my dog, but I think this might be even harder.
In any event, you have fantastic memories of your friend, and of course, while he can't be replaced, you'll always be able to bring a new friend into your home and start a new relationship.
Good luck to you in this very difficult time.
What a beautiful dog! When they trust you like that, it makes you love them all the more.Couldn't agree more--a pic is worth a thousand words (as the old saying goes)...
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Typical pose when at home in his "safe house"--if I scritch him, he doesn't even open his eyes or move (other than to stretch)--he knows "his people" and that he is safe and loved.
I hope you find comfort when the inevitable comes. When we got a new couch, he started to scratch it but a few (very few) “ah ah, don’t do that” and he stopped. He picked up of how to behave very quickly and it still amazes me how intelligent he was. Because of his considerate, intelligent and loving nature, I know he’d never want anything but happiness and love for me, so he’d want me to get another purr, or bark buddy. The German shepherd next door, who lived with two elderly cats, used to look through his gate at Max. I think he probably missed his big sisters.
the vet is coming to us
Very sorry for your loss Sir,I was saying to my wife who just came home from working all night, that I never got this weepy when my mother died. I also find myself weepier, easier than in my younger days. We were talking a year or so ago about Max being our last cat and that we’d get a dog after him, but at the time, we thought he was going to live longer than his 12 years. There’s a wooden log roll type of lawn border thing that is at the bottom of the steps to the yard that he stands on one bit and stretches over to scratch the next bit at right angles. He always stretched on it like he was thinking “ah, I love being out here, where will I go first?” I’m going to burry him right next to it, and I can easily see it from the new garden bench he’s left his scratch mark on already, so I can talk to him. I have a brass plaque with his name in order with his big sisters,
Sophie
Millie
Max
There’s a paw print above the names. We used to sign cards on his behalf by drawing a paw print so that’s his seal of approval.