My dog Rainee passed away on Friday, January 9th. She was a rescue 10 years ago of unknown age and was a wonderful dog who had a really good life with me, but I think she did more for me than I could ever do for her. She was a very special girl and was a gift in so many ways.
She passed away a day before I left for a 2-week work trip. In some ways I was thankful to be away from home and not being constantly reminded of her. I still catch myself reaching for her when I'm on the couch watching TV since that's where she'd be. I even catch myself expecting to see her when I go downstairs. I really miss her, but with time I'll think of her and feel only happiness and not be overwhelmed by her loss. This is the first time in at least 30 years that I'm without a dog.
"Grief is the price we pay for love."
~ Queen Elizabeth II
When we lose a running buddy it is an emotional set back no matter how tough we think we are. My philosophy is our pets are God's gift to us. How we treat them is out gift to God. It helps to reduce the sting.
Here's our latest. We've had him a year, but he's around 3 years old. He was adopted from a shelter, then returned after a year and half or so. Then adopted again, but for a shorter time. Shelter indicated he was returned because of separation anxiety. I think a couple of young females were the adopters and they just wanted a pretty dog and didn't know what to do with him as he grew. I told the folks at the shelter I wasn't concerned about any separation anxiety because he be with me all day, every day. and they said he liked to ride in a car. I take him to the farm and he gets to be a dog, and fully enjoys it.
or rescued—all very grateful for their home.
