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Originally Posted by dalady25  Welcome to YT where you will certainly find others with similar heartbreak. You're a special person with a huge heart to have adopted your little Minnie when you did. I lost my best friend, companion & confidant, Star, my little 13 yo, adopted (@ 12 wks) mini-Schnauzer last September under similar conditions so I can only imagine how you feel. My husband & I both SWORE that we'd never get another dog but here we are 6 months later adopting this precious little Yorkie, Milo. We're so happy that we did. The house was soooo empty w/o Star. Everywhere I looked there she was---taking our walk each morning---lying behind me while I was on the computer---under my feet in the kitchen whenever she heard me chopping veggies (which she dearly loved) or getting out the chips (which she also loved but to which she hd very limited access b/c she also hd kidney issues). Anyway, hoping your heart soon heals & you'll find comfort in this site. God Bless. |
Thank you dalady25. Things get better for me and my family day by day. For the first day or two all I could think of was seeing my baby in her long final seizure, legs stiff and paddling as her brain was telling them to try to sprint, and it was just too hard to come here and post about her (I think I registered almost immediately after burying her, since I knew I was going to need a support group after her death). But as the days have passed, my thoughts about Minnie now bring a lot more smiles than tears. I'd give anything to hold her on my chest again for a barrage of kisses, to run around with her in yard, wrestle in the living room, etc, but I can still remember all the times we did that.
I know what you mean about seeing her everywhere you walk. If I'm in the other room and hear someone's feet squeak on the kitchen floor I could swear I'm hearing her high pitched bark (quiet version, but still). My subconscious still tells me I need to make sure to pay close attention to where I walk so as to not step on her. I still find myself walking over to her favorite sleeping spot in the morning; I would always wake her up by blowing a couple of raspberries on her stomach or her back legs. Yesterday while emptying a can of chili into a bowl (love cooking, but just don't have the energy for it this week) I smacked my spoon against the bowl a couple of times to get the chili off it, and my first thought is "no don't do that; Minnie's gonna run in thinking you're making her a snack!" (sometimes I'd do things like that, for instance, rattling her box of milk bones, to signal it was snack time; she'd sprint up to me and start jumping in excitement).
It's very good you were able to find another companion to love. The unconditional love of a dog is pretty well-known to have great health benefits for those who share their lives with one. For instance, you're less likely to have a heart attack and much more likely to survive one if you have a dog. Petting and hugging a dog causes a chemical release in humans identical to the one a mother has nursing her young child. And on the flip side, the dog has the same chemical release, so you extend his/her life too every time you show affection. It's all summed up (as well as a lot of other fascinating things about our best friends) in this video I posted yesterday from BBC's amazing series Horizon
http://www.yorkietalk.com/forums/off...-life-dog.html
We know we'll eventually have another dog. We just need some time to grieve for Minnie, and I think it's going to be a pretty good while. We're not sure if our next dog will be a yorkie or not. Every dog we have had has been vastly different (our previous before Minnie was a 200 lb mastiff who was just a sweetheart too, though you'd get a face full of drool with every kiss from her, haha). But of course we have fallen in love with yorkies thanks to Minnie and to a much lesser extent from some other yorkies and their owners we have met over the years. But we will love again; life is too short not to.