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  • I'm sorry I missed this post until now, but I'm so sorry for your loss.

    I'm sitting here crying as you describe your beloved Chewy. I lost my best little buddy Mercster last year and when I hear you talk about Chewy, I relive my time with my little boy.

    It's amazing how much space they take up in your heart and how empty the house feels when they're gone. When it was time to let go of my little boy, he had collapsed and I rushed him to the hospital. That evening and the next morning, he was so out of it (not meds, a stroke we think) that he didn't know I was even there. So we knew it was time. I came back in the afternoon to put him to sleep and he opened his eyes and looked at me and as I stroked the side of his face, he put his paw on my arm. My boy was able to give me a hug before he left and I'll never forget that face and his arm on mine.

    Oh, the flood gates are wide open now. My heart is with you, I so know how difficult it is. Now I have another little one, Wally, who counts on me and I'm grateful that he's only a year old, because when his time comes, I may not make it through another one.

    Take care, Wrambler and I'm sending you big, big hugs. And maybe Merc is showing him around the rainbow bridge and that they're playing together. If there's truly a heaven, they'll be waiting for us when we get there.

  • I am so sorry about Chewbaka. That picture of him along with your post just tore my heart out. I am so sorry for your loss and heartbreak. I know you loved him dearly and made his life happy and fulfilling. Hugs, Meydey
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  • Oh, Wrambler, Just found this post -- my heart goes out to you -- All I can say is dog is God spelled backwards -- I truly believe that our beloved pets are little ambassadors from heaven as they bring us gifts of joy, love, peace and serenity by their presence in our lives.

    Chewy's got his angel wings now and will watching over you and your family from above.

    Hugs to you -- so sorry for your loss.

  • Sorry for your loss. My lap dogs are thm only things that take my mind off my pain most'of the time. Thiy will come up kn my lap and lau their heads on my chest for me to rub. I zone out on loving them.
  • Some days just hurt, others are really bad.
    My wife was so upset Thursday night she asked him to please go as she could not bear to have him put to sleep. Now, she feels guilty about saying that to him.
    I'm trying to help her get past that, I had asked and prayed that he would simply go to sleep and not wake up.
    Typical Husband /wife combo, Thursday night, we both knew it was over. Neither of us could bear to admit it to the other. I went in the house, cried and hid it from here when I came out. She waited till after I had gone to bed that night to do her crying and praying.
    My one true regret is not spending the night with him. I guess I could not admit, even to myself that it was truly the end.
    She was a basketcase when I got up Friday.
    We talked some more today, I told here I know how she feels and that chewy could not have possibly understood what she askded, besides, he would never have stayed mad at her for more that a single minute.

    I was so bad at times on Friday, I wished I had gone with him so he would not be alone. Then I realized that his mother will be there waiting for him. Mothers don't forget their babies.

    Oh, the good times, he would run through the house with a biscuit in his mouth, growling, if you did not know him you would swear he was about to tear you apart, but when you caught him, he would drop the biscuit so you could toss it across the room and begin the chase all over!

    He played tug so violently you would swear your arm was going to come out of the socket.

    He always ran like a bunny rabbit, too, that was funny to watch. Sort of like a horse at a trot one rear leg slightly ahead of the other both pretty much in the air at the same time.

    When he was a baby we crate trained him, but he outgrew the crate and we did not have any extra money at that time to get a larger crate. He was afraid of thunder storms so he would crawl his front half into the crate and lay there with his entire back half sticking out!

    The year we had locusts he was young and would eat them by the dozens, ewe, talk about some strange colored droppings, all orange and black, more like his own little modern art works than, well, you know.

    I swore when he was gone I would not have another, but the house is so empty. We have to wait and heal first. Partly because there is no one home almost the entire day and evening. Days like today, The last one leaves the house at 8:15, the first one back won't be there till after 7:00, much too long a span to leave a poor little puppy alone.

    Maybe come June we will have time and be ready.
    My son wants to at least foster a pound puppy, so we may do that, fully realizing the puppy will likely never leave.

    I found something to take my mind off my back and shoulder, truly know the difference between emotional and physical pain too.

    Deep breaths and try to keep busy. I also have to be very careful as I find myself pretty distracted most of the time.
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  • I have found that after the loss of a family member like this, that when the time is right, the next one finds a way to enter your life. It just happens. It is how things are meant to be. Even when you don't "think" you're ready, if the time is right, it happens.

    Hang in there my friend,

  • Sorry to hear about your dog,you take care.....
  • So sorry to hear you lost your buddy. I definitely sympathize. Take care and hang in there.
  • thank goodness for memories! :X they will be your best friend besides the many pictures you have of chewy!! the pictures in your mind and heart will last you the rest of your life. all the best in these sad days! Jenny :)
  • I expect another sad day soon. We arrived home last night to a message that his ashes are back. I expect that to be somewhat emotional in its own right.

    Without the ashes we could not take him back to the lake he loved so much. Way to rocky to bury him there.

    I wanted him to have a place of honor on the mantle with perhaps a picture. My wife wants to scatter his ashes on the water for one last swim. I'm not sure I want him all the way gone. Does that sound greedy or stupid? We may do both and save some ashes and scatter the rest.

    I'm really having a bad back pain day and much to distracted by all of this. It's one of those days you just want to pick up and go home. Plus I have overtime tonight to rub salt in the wound.

    I am already at the place that when I see dogs or puppies I want one. It is still the wrong time, but I want one. I really want another airedale though I expect we will not see another Chewy we will get another unique experience and a friend for years to come. We have to await until at least June.

    Thanks for all the kind thoughts.
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