So last month we lost our amazing dog Remi. We knew it was coming but even with all the time in the world I dont think you are ever ready to lose a loved one. Even with the time that has passed I am still getting choked up posting this. Kris and I put together a post about our loss http://www.livinthelitelife.com/2016/09/r-i-p-remington/
I'll summarize and say that losing Remi, who was truly my first dog, has hurt me in ways that I could never have imagined. The realistic side in me knows death is just part of life, but that doesnt make it any easier.
Quite amazing, the relationship we develop with our dogs. It transcends easy explanation and the grief is real. As one dog person to another, I wish you well in the healing (pun not intended).
RIP. I have tears in my eyes reading your post about Remi. Dogs have a special place in my heart. I believe that my dogs who have preceded me to the next life are waiting for me to join them. I truly believe that Remi is waiting for you, and someday you will all be together again.
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Thank you guys. We have healed for the day to day, but can't get over how deeply it has gotten to me even after I thought I had accepted it.
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart to a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumor, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find--it's your own affair--
But ... you've given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-term loan is as bad as a long--
So why in--Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
The Power of the Dog
by
Rudyard Kipling
I'm so sorry, Sean. There is no way to be ready, and it is hard to accept the loss of a pet who gave you love. I hope the good memories last longer than the pain.
Yea. Tears from me too reading your post. I lost my first cat five years ago, but my first dog is just 6. It's different sharing a life with a dog.
We are so sorry for your loss of Remi, a special dog. Our dogs seem to worm deep into our hearts.