Why Losing a Dog Can Be Harder Than Losing a Relative or Friend
“Many bereaved pet owners will even mistakenly interpret ambiguous sights and sounds as the movements, pants and whimpers of the deceased pet.”
“Many bereaved pet owners will even mistakenly interpret ambiguous sights and sounds as the movements, pants and whimpers of the deceased pet.”
“She curled up in my lap for the long car ride home and looked at me with such love in her eyes, as if to say, ‘Thank you.’”
“I was about to tell the volunteer we didn’t have an interest in the dog when over the loudspeaker I heard, ‘Christy, please call the office. Christy, please call the office.’”
“Antler had been hit by a car… this stoic mother was in constant pain and never left the side of her puppies… she made it up those stairs and cared for her babies.”
There are many wonderful books speaking to all variety of things dog, but once in a while, a story comes out that gives one pause, touching to the very core.
Nothing is more heartbreaking than a pet being returned to a shelter. That scenario is visited in song, an anthem for so many unwanted, discarded animals.
“She has no concept of a leash or a collar. She is scared, timid, nervous and shy. I’ve been showering her with affection. She has to be touching me at all times…”
“He slowly became my best friend and I opened my heart to him. That dog was my rock; he pulled me from the brink of suicide on many occasions.”
“We were taking an evening walk together when someone started walking in our direction on the sidewalk. I thought nothing of it, but Bra’tac didn’t agree…”
“After two anxious days we inquired about her status. We just couldn’t get that face out of our minds. The rescue contacted us within five minutes.”
“Our vet has said time and again, Capt. Jack is lucky to have us. Most other people would have given up and likely euthanized him.”
“Guess what else I’m doing? Guess! Guess!” (Okay. What?) I can go up all the stairs all by myself! I can go down a few, too! I’m working hard on my potty training, too.”