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One of My Great Loves
Sometimes I glance over at my dog and think, I love her as much as I’ve loved anyone. And that’s the way I feel about San Francisco.
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My sweet boy is dealing with lymphoma. Lost my girl 18 months ago. This is what a broken heart feels like.
I ache for you, Beth.
Beth, so sorry your current boy’s state and your previous loss.
My heart broke when I lost my guy to sudden stomach bloat. This was after my husband left me to go become a parent with another woman. When I look back at that period of my life, my heart aches only for my dog. I still miss him terribly, and I feel that I have loved him as much as any person in my life.
What a brutal confluence of events. I wish we could keep our tragedies few and far apart.
Beth – so sorry to hear about your boy and your recent loss.
I feel the same way about my kitty. He’s 13 (or maybe 14? Don’t know for sure b/c I adopted him when he was already an adult) and doesn’t show any signs of slowing down. But I worry about when that day comes.
Rose just turned 9. When I was at the vet recently, she called her a “senior” dog. Yikes!
Beth, so sorry to hear about your boy and your other loss. Kathy, I went through a similar bad experience in that while in the process of my marriage falling apart, I lost my heart bunny Woodstock, and when his widowed mate and I moved into my new condo, we adopted another bunny who died only two months later! Looking back on that awful time, I too only grieve for the loss of both Woodstock and his successor named Boo. My heart is open only to my animals. I can truly say I love them more than I can ever love another human being and certainly more than my &$&$&$ ex-husband.
I’m keeping an open mind about finding love equal to my pet. Who knows?
I wonder if there is any love greater than that we feel for our animals? I lost my little terrier when she was eight years old. A german shepherd was running loose through the orchard, leading a pack of dogs. Jill was running for me, but she didn’t make it in time. It was a matter of a fraction of a second. The shepherd attacked her and tore a giant hole through her side. She died in my arms, her head on my shoulder while the light of life left her eyes. I laid her on the grass and tried to give her cpr, but she left me. That was nearly two years ago, and I have not been able to keep my mind free of the sights and sounds since. Nothing can bring her back, and getting another is simply not affordable. Terriers are special.
Unbearable story, Navarre. I’m so, so sorry. I’ve many friends with terriers, and they’re awesome.