It's been 3 days now since my baby left us. I made it through yesterday w/o crying. Still hearing things that aren't there, but not jumping to respond anymore. Even my oldest girl who wasn't very close to Muffy said she went to set her food down the other night and looked around first to make sure he wouldn't get into it.
Yesterday and last night the GOOD memories started taking up more time than the hurt. We had him just a little less than 6 yrs. They were some rough years. He took care of me when my mom died two months after we got him. As with most pets, he knew when his mom was upset and made sure I knew he loved me. He carried me through my divorce. He's was now the man of the family. He was with us when we moved to Utah.
We found out the day after he left that the stones were cancerous. Thank God he doesn't have to spend the next few years dying that way. I watched Harley go slowly of old age for over a year, and that was miserable for us both. I do wish I hadn't put him thru the surgery. The $$ is not as much of a big deal. It's that it went over by quite some time and really wore him out. But, if I hadn't tried everything, I know I would be having unforgivable guilt right now. Plus, when it became clear he wouldn't make it anyway, he was let go.
Thanks Sweetheart for all you've given. You got us thru the rough stuff before taking your leave like the gentleman you were. You'll always be in our hearts.