brucemillar
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I know this feeling, Dave our Cocker will be 10 in July, he is my first dog and effectively the closest thing I have to a son.
He has terminal cancer and as long as he's happy he keeps going, but when he's no longer happy I have to take him to the vet and say goodbye. I'm not sure how I'm going to deal with that yet.
Had to do this twice with my beautiful old Siberians. As a family we could not be without dogs, so off we went to the rescue center. We could never replace the two that went and nor would we want to. We just have two more and they are different dogs with their own personalities and quirks. But they filled that void then and still do now. I realised very quickly that my days would not be the same with no dog to walk and talk to. Having always thought I could never have another, I found I just had to. I also looked at the rescue as being something my old pair would have liked. So in a funny way they live on through Mischa & Loki. They would have approved, as they were both rescued by us. We often joke that with my own visit to mortality that my wife could go to the husband rescue and pick up an abandoned husband.
No hurt is intended in this message. It is just how we dealt with it.
Oh and my old boys? Well, they were cremated and their ashes scattered around their favourite huge old oak tree in the local woods.
Edited again: I just realised I had a tear in my eyes as I finished typing this. But its a tear that I can now smile at.
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