Thank You all so much for your kind and helpful thoughts and words of support. Life goes on albeit a little less full without our loving furry best friend
10 THINGS YOUR DOG WOULD TELL YOU... 1. My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be painful: remember that before you get me. 2. Give me time to understand what you want of me. 3. Place your trust in me- it is crucial to my well being. 4. Do not be angry at me for long, and do not lock me up as punishment. 5. You have your work, your entertainment,and your friends. I only have you. 6. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don’t understands your words, I understand your voice when it is speaking to me. 7. Be aware that how ever you treat me, I will never forget. 8. Remember before you hit me that I have teeth that could easily hurt you, but I choose not to bite you because I love you. 9. Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate, or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I might not be getting the right food, or I have been out too long, or my heart is getting too old and weak. 10. Take care of me when I get old; you too will grow old. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say: “I cannot bear to watch” or “Let it happen in my absence.” Everything is easier for me if you are there, even my death.
There's a special place in heaven reserved for hunting dogs like Millie and she's on the road there now, scouting out those fields for when you meet up again. Some people call that place Tinkhamtown: The Road to Tinkhamtown
It was a week ago yesterday (Friday) when we buried Millie and we are so very grateful for everyone’s support and kind comments. Just need to try and stay busy now so not looking around for her constantly..Hug your family and friends and furry buddies often. Thanks again for being supportive !
Been there and recently came across a pic I took a few years ago when she joined me splitting during a snowfall. My condolences. It can be tough, for sure.
I can feel your loss. Have been down that road too many times in the last 50 years. Lost my last shorthair when he was 17. There have been a number of others since then, all loved greatly and deeply missed. My dogs hold a high position in my house and my life. R.I.P. Mr. Hobb's
so dang hard, I still miss mine over a year later and with a new one to look after even. The new one helped a lot; feel it was a little too soon although it all worked out like it was planned.
