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Originally Posted by Krystee  I feel robbed, like I didn’t get enough time with him. My Rat Terrier lived to be 17 so I never lost I would lose him at just two weeks shy of 13 years old. None of my other pet losses has compared to this one. My home has always been my safe, happy place but right now my home feels like a dark hole because his absence is so greatly missed. Everywhere I look I have a memory of him and every time I remember that he’s gone and I will never see him again, I just break down and feel a panic attack coming on.
I feel terrible because my 9 year old is being so sweet and trying to keep me happy and I’m trying so hard to keep it together but I didn’t realize how hard this was going to be.
I wanted to post here because I swear Yorkies have such big personalities and become more like children than just a pet. All my animals are always like my children but none of them compared to Tobie and his big, sweet personality. Only other Yorkie owners would know what I mean.
I’m just ready to be able to get through a day without crying but that hasn’t happened yet. |
I know what you're going through, you sound just as I was. My house was an empty dark hole. I was in a very dark place, couldn't stop crying.
6 weeks after she was gone my vet called me, she had just gotten a surrendered 2 1/2 year old little boy, his huge ears reminded her of my Matese, she told her tech to get me on the phone, she said "this is Joan's dog". When I got the call to come see the dog I gave all the reasons why I couldn't / didn't want another dog, she begged me to "just come to see the dog". To appease my vet and because she thought of me when she saw this lil tyke, out of respect for my vet that kept my dog healthy for 17 years I went "just to see the dog". They had him in the tech's lunch room, I sat and just watched his body language. Every time the door opened and a tech walk in, he ran to them like hey, are you my new mommy. I felt so bad for this little guy I just had to take him home, who could just toss this lil baby out of their lives. I knew I could give him a good, happy, loving home.
Well, he helped me heal, made my house a home again. Yes, I still cried for my girl, but Cody would snuggle up against me and my focus was on him.
I had him 2 years before I could think of the good times I had with Matese, and yes, I did have tears in my eyes but had a smile on my lips remembering how she played in the yard burying then digging her toy up to bury it someplace else. I still have her little memorial up in my office. She will forever remain in my heart never to be forgotten.
My friends and family call Cody my miracle boy because he took me out of a very dark place. We are a team for 7 years now but it seems like just like yesterday that my sweet Matese had to leave me.
I was blessed with this little boy, he is a perfect baby, he came to me very spoiled and loved much, he was not an abused dog. His owner did not have the finances to keep him after she had a baby.
Cody got me through the loss of my precious
girl.