lost my campin buddy

I feel for you. Dogs are loyal friends. Even excited to greet you again if you only went out on the front porch to get the newspaper!

Sorry to hear that you've lost your friend. After experiencing that pain too many times, my wife and I decided never again. We'll no longer be keeping a four-legged companion. The losses have become too great.

John

Good advice, Abslayer-

Gotta get a pup before the old one passes, though.

For me, it is very difficult to get another dog while I'm grieving. Seems like betrayal.

Sally is 3 now, and I am thinking of getting a pup.

Heck, she misses Samson too.

Joe

I am so sorry to read that you lost your buddy. It is heart breaking how short of a time they share with us. Words and time don't really help, but other distractions do.

I am so very sorry for the loss of your Scooter. It's always tough to let them go. You did right by him. Bless you.

Sorry to hear. They are not just pets, they are family members!

To the original poster and all that have lost special friends this may help:

THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF AN EXTREMELY DISTINGUISHED DOG

I, DOG , because of the burden of my illness and realizing the end of my life is near, do hereby bury my Last Will and Testament in the mind of my Master. She will not know it is there until after I am dead. Then, remembering me in her loneliness, she will suddenly know of this testament, and I ask her to inscribe it as a memorial to me.

I have little in the way of material things to leave. Dogs are wiser than men. They do not set great store upon things. They do not waste their days hoarding property. They do not ruin their sleep worrying about how to keep the objects they have not. There is nothing of value I have to bequeath except my love and my faith. These I leave to all those who have loved me, to my Master, who I know will mourn me the most, but if I should list all those who have loved me, it would force my Master to write a book. Perhaps it is vain of me to boast when I am so near death, which returns all beasts and vanities to dust, but I have always been an extremely exceptional dog.

I ask my Master to remember me always but not to grieve for me too long. In my life I have tried to be a comfort to her in time of sorrow and a reason for added joy in her happiness. It is painful for me to think that even in death I should cause her pain. Let her remember that, while no dog ever had a happier life, I have now grown ill and pained. I should not want my pride to sink to a bewildered humiliation. It is time for me to say "good-bye". It will sorrow me to leave her but not sorrow me to die. Dogs do not fear death as men do. We accept it as part of life, not as something alien and terrible which destroys life. What will come to me after death? I will be in a place where one is always young; where I will someday be joined by companions I have known in life; where I will romp in lovely fields with those that have gone before me; where every hour is mealtime; where in long evenings there are fireplaces with logs forever burning, and one curls oneself up and remembers the old brave days on earth and the love of one's Master.

This is much to expect but peace, at least, is certain, and a long rest for these weakened limbs. And eternal sleep is perhaps, after all, the best.

One last request I earnestly make. I ask her, for love of me to have another. It would be a poor tribute to my memory never to have another DOG. What I would like to feel is that, having once had me, she cannot live without one! I have never had a narrow spirit. I have always held that most dogs are good. Some dogs are better than others--like me--and so I suggest a rescue dog. She can hardly be as well bred or as mannered or as distinguished and beautiful as I, but my Master must not ask the impossible. She will do her best, I am sure, and even her inevitable defects will help keep my memory green. To her I bequeath my collar and leash. I leave her my place in the car which I loved so much and wish for her long rides with open windows.

One last word of farewell, dear Master. Whenever you think of me, say to yourself with regret but also with happiness in your heart at the remembrance of my happy life with you, "She is the one who loved us and whom we loved." No matter how deep my sleep, I shall hear you, and not all the power of death can keep my spirit from wagging a grateful tail.

So sorry to hear.
Had same experience as you and had a broken heart just like you must have.
Here is what my wife did with out me knowing as I would have not when along with this.
After about a month she when out and got a 2 pups same breed and came home and put this little guy in my lap.
In about 2 hours of being licked I was cured and transfer all my love to this new friend.
You need to do the same;)
Few months later my 2 boys

Great stuff, all.

Dogs are sure-enough a wonderful blessing.

Travelnutz, my Sally talks in the morning as she yawns.

She mostly says "eeewyeyoooongahhhh!", but it varies.

She never says "moron" though.

I am grateful for that.

I say that to myself often enough.

Joe

ok my eye are watering. I lost Annie my Bouvier last year, Jake my big Aussie and traveling companion is getting up there, Kozmo and Watson are still young. Yeah it breaks your heart every time one leaves but damn they do make life so much better for us while they are here. Sorry for your loss