Three weeks ago I lost my beloved collie. My two yorkies sat and stared at the door they use to go outside for days. Jamison had from the day they came into the house watched and cared for them. As sick as he became, he struggled outside to watch over them whenever I took them out to tend. They took turns snuggling into his huge white rough.
Eventually they accepted the reality I am still fighting. They no longer sit and stare out the door. I hold them more, take them on more trips, take more walks, and as we must try to move on.
Yes, I know dogs get sad.
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