sbsad
I lost my gentle, sweet, funny 15-year-old beagle Maggie on Thursday and I am completely devastated. I'm crying all the time, I don't have much appetite -- I feel awful. I got her right after college and I have been crazy about her ever since. I still just cannot believe I live in a world where I will never see her again.

One of the many, many things that bothers me is that I worry I will never have another dog I love as much. I am hoping that someone here can tell me from personal experience that it isn't true.

Of course I realize I'll never have the same dog, I'm just wondering whether I can find one that I'll have this depth of love for again. I'm not planning to get another dog anytime soon, I just would find comfort in knowing that I could have another dog I loved as much as I loved Maggie.
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lostlittleboy
I've been thinking about what it would be like to have another friend to care for. It's not been long (3 weeks) and I'm now always drawn to dogs that are brown and white - but that might be too painful a reminder in reality. I've never been a dog person til we had Buddy either, so it's strange to feel this way.

I think our pets would like us to take care of others who are in need our care - and they'll live on through them, as we'll be imprinting behaviour on them, so they'll respond to in similar way. And in doing so they'll make us smile, which will cause a tail to wag, and it then becomes an infectious cycle.

For now, I've noticed the mood in our house is darker, we're definitely not as happy and more prone to pessimism or conflict. I realise I relied on our boy for therapy - giving him fuss and affection made me feel better; I often sneaked off for a cuddle, then realised everyone else in the house was doing the same at some point.

But until we can feel this way again, I think the sadness is here to stay...
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Chantelle
I have no experience of this so i cant be much help .. But I lost my beautiful baby boy yesterday.. I dont think i will ever do this again.. People are saying to me that 'you say that now and given time...' but how.. how can one love as strongly... how can one bond as close.. he was my best friend and he is gone... i dont understand it as i will never have a best friend like him again.. id love to hear from people who have been through it... because i know for me now my future will be empty without my best friend.. my beautiful Rocks xxx  
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TinkerBelle
I am so sorry for your loss :-(  I lost my precious TinkerBelle 9 weeks ago tomorrow and some days it is still very hard so I try to remember the good things and stay away from letting my mind go to the sad memories and the fact that she is no longer here.

I did not plan to get another dog so soon after losing TinkerBelle, but then again I never thought I would have lost her so tragically and this soon... she was in excellent health when she was killed.  TinkerBelle was 14 and we also have a poodle that is 13 so I had decided after they were gone I would not get another dog because I knew the pain would be so hard when they were gone I just wasn't certain I wanted to put myself through that again.  I was also afraid I would have another animal that I did not connect with and I am one that once I get an animal it is for life so I just wasn't sure I wanted to take that chance.  Unfortunately, life did not go as I had planned and after TinkerBelle was gone the silence was so immense and Bear (poodle) seemed so alone.  They had been together his entire life and even though TinkerBelle was very independent and did her own thing... atleast they did have each other when we were away.  I started looking at the shelter and rescue sites and looked at all the other breeds that I had thought I wanted, but I just kept going back to Chihuahua's.... I was not a Chihuahua fan when I got TinkerBelle, but she grew on me and I guess I am stuck now....LOL!  I kept searching for one just like TinkerBelle, but knowing I would not find her.  The Tuesday before the 2 week anniversary of losing TinkerBelle, my husband stopped at the animal shelter and sent me and my daughter a picture of a Chihuahua they had... nothing like I thought I wanted... it was a boy and brown.... but he looked so scared.  We went back that evening, but he was not available til the next day.... the 2 week anniversary of losing TinkerBelle (looking back I like to think TinkerBelle had something to do with us finding him).  We went back and adopted him the next morning :-)  I was very skeptical, but he has turned out to be a very good dog and has fit into our family better than I ever could have imagined and every day I am more convinced TinkerBelle helped our paths cross... he is not TinkerBelle and sometimes the reminders of their differences are hard, but thankfully they are becoming things we can laugh and smile about now... she was definitely one of a kind!

Sorry for such a long post and I know this would not work for everyone, but for us I still think rescuing Peanut made a very sad situation more manageable.... He has brought smiles back into our house!  I also found this poem and it has helped too....

Before humans die, they write their last Will & Testament, and give their home and all they have to those they leave behind. If, with my paws, I could do the same, this is what I'd ask....

To a poor and lonely stray I'd give:

My happy home.
My bowl, cozy bed, soft pillows and all my toys.
The lap which I loved so much.
The hand that stroked my fur and the sweet voice which spoke my name.
I'd  will to the sad scared shelter dog the place I had in my human's heart, of which there seemed no bounds.

So when I die please do not say, "I will never have a pet again, for the loss and pain is more than I can stand."  Instead go find an unloved dog; one whose life has held no joy or hope and give MY place to him.

This is the only thing I can give...the love I left behind.


Paw hugs and prayers!
I love and miss you TinkerBelle!

"Sometimes there is a dog who is so special, she is able to wrap herself so completely around your heart it is impossible to tell where you begin and she ends."
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Tommyhunter123
My Bealge Luckydog of 14 years here is his story
Hi There,
  I lost my Luckydog male beagle and best friend on 10-01-2015. He was my very best friend and there is not a day that goes by where i don't mourn for him or shed a tear for him. 
i remember the first time i met my new daddy, it was around the 2nd week of march the year was 2007. it was very cold and getting dark outside and i do remeber this quite well, it was freezing rain out and i don't know exactly how long i have been on the run, but i was sure cold wet tired and hungry.that night i found myself running in and out of traffic with the lights blinding my eyes, thinking to myself watch out for the cars cuz i am going to get squashed. Then all of a sudden out of nowhere i hear this voice calling me come on boy come on boy. this voice calling me didn't sound like my old master, but at least it would get me out of this cold weather. Did I even have a master now, I have been running on my own for days, no one to feed me no one to warm me no one to love me. When I heard that strange voice calling me, i made a mad dash for him and remembed jumping up in the back seat of this mans car. Oh boy i said to myself, its nice and warm in this mans car as we drove off. Where was I going home with this strange man or to the pound? The ride in the truck did not take us far, we arrived at a very strange house a place i have never seen before. I remember being left waiting in the truck while this man that found me went inside his house. The next thing the man came back out to the truck put a collar and a leashe on me and took me inside. I did not know what to do, I was scared, who are these people? Its not my old master and why was I dropped of in the middle of the night by the woods and left there? I guess I was now abandon,homeless, but i sure was lucky this nice man picked me up before i was hit by a car. The family was very nice to me, i learned prior to being found that this nice family had two beagles for 16 years that had passed on. Was I going to take their place now? The man dried me off with a towel and gave me a nice hot meal and water and a nice warm blanket and crate to sleep in. I was so happy tonight, I would not be running wild.
Luckydog had a great 14 years or should I say the other way around he gave me a great 14 years, but then one day this past Sept 29, we went for our evening walk came back about 7:00 pm and he looked to be having a grammol seziure. He was lying on his side legs paddling and vomiting profusely, I stood him up an gave him the Heimenec manover and he stopped choking. Got him all cleaned up and he appeared ok? The next day he woke up but he seemed to be looking like going from a 14 year old dog to 100 year old dog overnight. All I did was cry, but Luckydog did eat some eggs with me that morning how he loved eggs. During the evening Luckydog got sick again and lost his urine like he had no control. We knew he had a mass on his spleen when he was 12 the vet found it, but Luckydog was to old for surgery and the vet said maybe another 3 months or so, it would grow large. Well on October 1-2015 we made arrangement to take Luckydog to the South Deerfield 24/7 Emergency Animal Hospital in Mass. His regular vet was out of town in California for a vet conference. 
  That afternoon before we tooK Luckydog to the ER Vet Hospital, he came from his doggie bed from the bedroom took a drink of water and looke at me as if to say, "Daddy I am Sorry, but my time has come. He kind of hung his head low. In 1.5 days I watched Luckydog go from a 14 yearold pretty health dog to 114 year old man!
  My wife left work early came home and said he looked really sick, I had been crying for almost two days straight, so I put Luckydogs lease on him loaded him up in the SUV, my wife drove the 35 min to the vet hospital and I sat in the back seat with Luckydog the whole enitre time he rested his tired head on my shoes as if he was saying goodbye one last time.
  When we got to the vet hospital, the vet tec took all Luckdogs health information and took him in the back for an exam. A half hour later Dr. Erica came to the waiting room and got my wife and I and brought us back to the exam room. Luckydog was brought in and he had been given a mild sedative. He did not show no pain unless you picked him up under his belly. Dr, told us that his spleedn was taking up his entire abdomen, and she offered anti-biotics and vomit medicne and we could take him home, at the time i was crying profusely. The Dr. offered to do a full cbc on Luckydog. In that time as we waited, I had told my wife I have been watching Luckydog go downhill for two days , at home he would not eat even chicken rice and hamburg. This was telling me that he was going very slowly.
  Dr. came back in and told us that Luckydog was in Kidney and Liver Failure his bun and creatine were 72 and his spleen was a large cavitated mass that was full of fluid and more than likely the fluid was blood and she though it was to be a malignant cancer now. Even before the blood work took place I told my wife that I cannot watch him dwindle and suffer just to keep myself happy, it would not be fair to Luckdog.
 The vet left us alone and told us that Luckydog could not go home in his current condition which meant a hospital stay and maybe $$$$ thousands of dollars he was worth every penny, but i could not watch him like this any more, so we decided to put him to his final sleep.
 The vet left us alone for about 20 min with him he was already sedated, but I hugged his so and told him that I loved him and in his ear I said thank you Luckydog for always being there though my own cancer and my cancer surgery and my port surgery and my 9 months of chemo and all my other medical conditions. I thanked him very much for being there for me, of couse i have a wife and daugheter to, but they both had jobs so during my time of need Luckydog was there for me each and every day. Sometimes I would lay on his doggy bed with him and every night before bed I would give him a kiss on his nose before i climed into bed myself. His doggy bed was on my side of the bed.
  Dr. came into the exam room and asked me if we needed more time with Luckydog I said no I am ready as my wife and I hugeged Luckydog and cried the vet gave him the pink shot and in a second he went to his final rest. This is the hardest thing I have ever done and I had two female beagles for 16 years that went to their final rest the same way, but it was not as hard Luckydog was. 
 I asked Dr. is he still breathing, she replied right after i gave him the shot he went to sleep in a second. We stood there and cried for awile and we asked for cremation, I kept a pair of roasary beads right over his doggy bed in our bedroom and I wrapped them around his right front paw, and asked they be put in with him during his cremation. I pated him on the back and said thank you for everything and we left. I cried all the way home with his leash and collar in my hand. Right now even as I write this story i can't get no control it hurts so bad inside. A week later we pickedup Luckdogs ern and i put his color around it and can't thank everyone enough for being so kind to us at the animal hospital. Luckydog will never be forgotten or relplaced and every night cry at different times and have a candelighting for him on this web-site. Tonight will be his first candlelight ceramony. Now the holidays are comming so its going to be even harder, and I still waiting for a sign from him letting me know he is ok and that he has met my other two beagle dellie and molly up at rainbowbridge.
  If it were not for luckydog i don't think I would be making it through this cancer and be 2.5 years in remission.
Thank You For Reading
Love your Daddy
David R. Gaspari
David R. Gaspari
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sbsad
Thanks for sharing your story David. I'm so sorry for your loss too. Man, those beagles find their way deep into your heart, don't they?
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bartlett
TinkerBelle wrote:
I am so sorry for your loss :-(  I lost my precious TinkerBelle 9 weeks ago tomorrow and some days it is still very hard so I try to remember the good things and stay away from letting my mind go to the sad memories and the fact that she is no longer here.

I did not plan to get another dog so soon after losing TinkerBelle, but then again I never thought I would have lost her so tragically and this soon... she was in excellent health when she was killed.  TinkerBelle was 14 and we also have a poodle that is 13 so I had decided after they were gone I would not get another dog because I knew the pain would be so hard when they were gone I just wasn't certain I wanted to put myself through that again.  I was also afraid I would have another animal that I did not connect with and I am one that once I get an animal it is for life so I just wasn't sure I wanted to take that chance.  Unfortunately, life did not go as I had planned and after TinkerBelle was gone the silence was so immense and Bear (poodle) seemed so alone.  They had been together his entire life and even though TinkerBelle was very independent and did her own thing... atleast they did have each other when we were away.  I started looking at the shelter and rescue sites and looked at all the other breeds that I had thought I wanted, but I just kept going back to Chihuahua's.... I was not a Chihuahua fan when I got TinkerBelle, but she grew on me and I guess I am stuck now....LOL!  I kept searching for one just like TinkerBelle, but knowing I would not find her.  The Tuesday before the 2 week anniversary of losing TinkerBelle, my husband stopped at the animal shelter and sent me and my daughter a picture of a Chihuahua they had... nothing like I thought I wanted... it was a boy and brown.... but he looked so scared.  We went back that evening, but he was not available til the next day.... the 2 week anniversary of losing TinkerBelle (looking back I like to think TinkerBelle had something to do with us finding him).  We went back and adopted him the next morning :-)  I was very skeptical, but he has turned out to be a very good dog and has fit into our family better than I ever could have imagined and every day I am more convinced TinkerBelle helped our paths cross... he is not TinkerBelle and sometimes the reminders of their differences are hard, but thankfully they are becoming things we can laugh and smile about now... she was definitely one of a kind!

Sorry for such a long post and I know this would not work for everyone, but for us I still think rescuing Peanut made a very sad situation more manageable.... He has brought smiles back into our house!  I also found this poem and it has helped too....

Before humans die, they write their last Will & Testament, and give their home and all they have to those they leave behind. If, with my paws, I could do the same, this is what I'd ask....

To a poor and lonely stray I'd give:

My happy home.
My bowl, cozy bed, soft pillows and all my toys.
The lap which I loved so much.
The hand that stroked my fur and the sweet voice which spoke my name.
I'd  will to the sad scared shelter dog the place I had in my human's heart, of which there seemed no bounds.

So when I die please do not say, "I will never have a pet again, for the loss and pain is more than I can stand."  Instead go find an unloved dog; one whose life has held no joy or hope and give MY place to him.

This is the only thing I can give...the love I left behind.


Paw hugs and prayers!
joan bartlett
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Susie_Squillions

You Can Find Love Again

by Susan "Susie Squillions" Lynch © October, 2004

(edited in September, 2011)

 

 

We lost Bingo (aka: King Bing, The God Cat) on September 23rd, 1993 after 14 marvelous years with him.  He had been diagnosed with Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy and Congestive Heart Failure five years earlier and during those five years, we were fully aware that every day we had with him was a gift.

 

Bingo lived for my son and me, guiding us through life and teaching us how to take live it well.  Mike was only two years old when Bingo joined our little family, and my two boys always went to bed together for stories and lullabies before drifting off to sleep. Bingo even curled up on the top bunk most nights while Mike lay sleeping below. Brothers. When my husband (then boyfriend) came into our lives, King Bingo accepted him with open paws.

 

On his last day, while my son was at school and I was at work, Bingo ate his breakfast and then went downstairs to the basement where he fell asleep on a pile of our laundry which had yet to be washed. There, surrounded by the smells of our family, he peacefully left for the Rainbow Bridge.  No fuss, no fanfare; just a graceful exit from his time with us. His work here was done.

 

When I returned from work that evening and found my beautiful guru lying so still, I was certain that my broken heart would never heal. Bingo was the defining cat of our lives.  He had taught us so much about how to live, and do it well. He had the biggest heart ever. How ironic it was that the condition that took him was an enlarged heart. 

 

One month after Bingo left, on October 23rd, we brought TJ into our lives. We fell instantly and hopelessly in love. TJ seduced us through the grief, and showed us that we could love again. In June of the following year, Buddy joined our family.  Both TJ and Buddy found their own places in my heart, never intruding on Bingo's spot. I have now learned that no one else will ever intrude on their places in my heart either.  Buddy joined Bingo at RainbowBridge in early April, 2004 and we lost T.J., my soul cat, to a brain tumor in March of 2010.

 

After losing Buddy in 2004 we opened our hearts and home to two more kitties; Stevie Raow Vaughn and Gidget.  Since losing T.J. last year, the two of them,  both former strays, have helped me to heal from that most devastating loss, taking turns to soothe my bruised and battered heart.

 

Please believe me when I tell you that it is possible to love again, and to do it well. Never feel guilty for bringing a new animal into your home and heart. The new one can never take the place in your heart that is held by your Bridge Kid, but your heart can grow to make room for the new ones if you allow them to snuggle into their own spaces. No matter how deeply you have loved, you can do it again -- and you should; for your sake, and for the furries who need good homes and have so much love to share with you.

 

When the time is right, honor your Bridge Kid’s legacy by making room in your heart for another one who needs you; one who has been sent to help you heal from your sorrow. You'll enjoy every minute of it.

In one of the stars, I shall be living. In one of them, I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing when you look at the sky at night. -- The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery

All tears are healing tears.  They help to wash away our sorrow and allow the first buds of happiness to blossom in our hearts. -- Susie "Squillions"

.T.J.'S RESIDENCY: http://RainbowsBridge.com/residents/TJ006/Resident.htm
.BUDDY GUY AYRES~LYNCH'S RESIDENCY: http://www.rainbowsbridge.com/residents/Buddy128/resident.HTM
.KING BING THE GOD CAT'S RESIDENCY: http://rainbowsbridge.com/residents/BINGO009/Resident.htm
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