Lost my life time buddy

It is a rough day when it is time for your heart dog to leave you. They become so much a part of your life with their bright eyes and happy smiles. For me a new pup helps. Not so much for others. You have my deep sympathy.

This is the worst part of owning a pet - losing them :-( Cherish the millions of wonderful memories; and know that we all understand your loss of a wonderful companion.

Deb

My sympathies for the loss of Snowflake. Furkids are part of the family and when they leave us, they leave a huge hole in our hearts.

Very sorry for your loss.

Please accept our most sincere condolance for your loss of "Snowflake". We have also lost very dear pet dogs in years past and we can definitely identify with how you are grieving. We deeply regrete your loss.

FWIW: You may find this silly but...when our 15 year old Min Pin named "Cricket" passed away in 2006, I was very ill at the time and couldn't dig a proper grave for her. Our vet suggested we have her creamated. We chose that option and were given her ashes back the next day in a very nice small tin box. We wrapped her up in one of her favorite blankets and placed her in the bedroom overhead cabinet in our 5'er. She's still riding with us.

Hang in there.

Happy camping!!! See y'all down the road!!!:(

I'm so sorry. They bring so much to our lives and it hurts so much when they go....

((((Hugs))))

A black lab named Snowflake? That's cute and it must've gotten a lot of chuckles from people over the years. I hope you will soon smile more than you weep when you think of your longtime, faithful friend. R.I.P. Snowflake, you were loved.

So sorry, know that its tough but remember all the great times that you shared.

sorry for your loss. It is never easy saying goodbye to a much loved furbaby, may the memories live on in your heart.

You mourn in good company. Lord Byron also knew the heart of a good dog. My condolences.

Epitaph to a Dog (Lord Byron's dog, Boatswain, a Newfoundland)

Near this Spot
are deposited the Remains of one
who possessed Beauty without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferosity,
and all the virtues of Man without his Vices.

This praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery
if inscribed over human Ashes,
is but a just tribute to the Memory of
BOATSWAIN, a DOG,
who was born in Newfoundland May 1803
and died at Newstead Nov. 18, 1808.

When some proud Son of Man returns to Earth,
Unknown to Glory, but upheld by Birth,
The sculptor’s art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And storied urns record who rests below.
When all is done, upon the Tomb is seen,
Not what he was, but what he should have been.
But the poor Dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his Master’s own,
Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonoured falls, unnoticed all his worth,
Denied in heaven the Soul he held on earth –
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.

Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power –
Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy tongue hypocrisy, thy heart deceit!
By nature vile, ennobled but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye, who behold perchance this simple urn,
Pass on – it honours none you wish to mourn.
To mark a friend’s remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one -- and here he lies.