The hardest goodbye,again.

Losing a dog is up there amongst the worst of grief, I think. They give so much of themselves, ask so little in return, and add so much to our lives that when they go it's almost as though we still owe them a debt of love that we can never fully repay. Each and every time I've lost a dog they've taken a little bit of myself with them. It never gets easier. But I'll never stop having dogs. What's that saying? 'The very best years, and the very worst day'. I'll take that deal as long as I'm alive
 
Losing a dog is up there amongst the worst of grief, I think. They give so much of themselves, ask so little in return, and add so much to our lives that when they go it's almost as though we still owe them a debt of love that we can never fully repay. Each and every time I've lost a dog they've taken a little bit of myself with them. It never gets easier. But I'll never stop having dogs. What's that saying? 'The very best years, and the very worst day'. I'll take that deal as long as I'm alive
Very well said.
 
Feel for you, had to say good bye to my old Lad nearly the same time.
Still getting a moist eye at the thought of some retrieves.
He looks like he had a cracking life.
RIP Jake
 
Sorry bud,and hopefully the pain has eased.

That initial getting home from work and looking out and not seeing him looking in the windows and his stumpy tail going ten to the dozen is the worst.
 
Sorry bud,and hopefully the pain has eased.

That initial getting home from work and looking out and not seeing him looking in the windows and his stumpy tail going ten to the dozen is the worst.
My old girl, Lola, always lay in same spot in morning sun. Took me a good few weeks before I remember she wouldn't be there. Bloody worst thing.
 
I feel for you. RIP Jake.

We had to have Brocket, our cocker, put to sleep last Friday. He had a growth in his windpipe that was making breathing difficult, and at a month shy of his 14th birthday we didn’t want to put him through the trauma of an operation. His three siblings had all passed on some time ago, but he was still retrieving partridge last season and his nose was as good as ever. Interestingly he was “boss dog” until very recently, but as he deteriorated the two labs seemed to know. He was always a character….

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It doesn’t matter how many times you go through it, it never gets any easier, and I still come down each morning expecting to see Brocket bringing me a shoe or a slipper.
 
My old girl, Lola, always lay in same spot in morning sun. Took me a good few weeks before I remember she wouldn't be there. Bloody worst thing.
Aye,after having them so long and being part of life it's hard when they just are not there anymore.
 
I feel for you. RIP Jake.

We had to have Brocket, our cocker, put to sleep last Friday. He had a growth in his windpipe that was making breathing difficult, and at a month shy of his 14th birthday we didn’t want to put him through the trauma of an operation. His three siblings had all passed on some time ago, but he was still retrieving partridge last season and his nose was as good as ever. Interestingly he was “boss dog” until very recently, but as he deteriorated the two labs seemed to know. He was always a character….

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It doesn’t matter how many times you go through it, it never gets any easier, and I still come down each morning expecting to see Brocket bringing me a shoe or a slipper.

Sorry to hear bud,and as you say it never gets easier.

All those memories through the years and i'm glad i can think of them now with a smile instead of a tear.
 
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