Furbutt: I understand how you feel and just wanted to say this: I found it very hard too thinking of my Yorkie being 'gone' forever. I was sad and absolutely miserable. I decided to try and change my thoughts about death, instead of seeing it as an end to life, I now see it as moving on, to another dimension, to be Home with God, to be at Rainbow Bridge with friends. As I accepted this, I became calmer on losing my buddy, because I know now that I will see her again, when my time comes. And I truly believe that. Something with such a strong spirit cannot just go, they have to go somewhere, and that's where I will go too. In the meantime, she will remain in my heart... in her special place. Her things now remind me of happy moments as they trigger memories... her bed..I can still see her curled up in it. Her toys... I can see her running after them. Whenever I see a box of Milkbone dog biscuits... I laugh because she would stick her head and half her body in the box to get one out. I still miss her dearly, but I feel better knowing I WILL see her again.
Gemy: Great thread! I had problems getting a second, third, and fourth Yorkie... I thought I would be depriving someone else of having one and experiencing the love and joy of Yorkie ownership. But after some research and seeing the numbers of Yorkies needing homes, I thought differently, and acquired my pack. Mainly due to the fact that my single Yorkie seemed depressed when his older housemates passed. I thought we would have some special time together... and we did... but he longed for another fourlegged friend to be boss of. He's 13 years old... and the other night he awoke from a dead sleep and started howling (like a wolf). I guess having a housefull of Yorkies triggered some ancient cell memories and he woke up to call to his pack! |