So sorry for the loss of your baby Pumpkin. I had to say good-bye to my 13 year old boy 2 years ago so I know the pain you're feeling right now. I now have 2 year old Piper and I can't imagine losing her at such a young age. Try to remember all the great times you had with Pumpkin.

I too am so very sorry for your loss!!!! God speed!!! Hugs to you!! :aimeeyork:animal36:animal-pa:animal-pa

I am so sorry to know that Patrick is without his Pumpkin as well as you & your wife!

May Pumpkin rip somewhere over the :rbyorkie:

I am so very sorry for the loss of Pumpkin....what a terrible tragedy. I am sending hugs, for you and your wife and Patrick as well.

I am so so sorry. They do grab our hearts.

I cannot begin to say how sorry I am for your difficult loss. I know this is a hard and very sad time. This is a heartbreaking story and tragedy. I am so sorry for your loss.

My heart goes out to you and your family. Rest in Peace little baby Pumpkin.

Thank you again everyone (I may keep saying it, but each new reply shows how people really do care and I have to acknowledge that).
My wife usually thinks about things at night when she goes to bed, and I usually think about things in the mornings. So for me, the past few morning have been terrible, and for my wife, the last few nights have been terrible (although it's better during the day, it still hurts, just a little less). We just keep saying how perfect she was. We loved EVERYTHING about her. And you just question how you can keep going when you've lost perfection; that perfect love that you spent every day with and thought about all the time.
We've been trying to do things to keep our minds busy, and we went this weekend to ride jet-skis for my mother-in-law's birthday while my mom watched Patrick at home. We read that doing things is good so you're not constantly dwelling, but we still had our waves of thinking about her and how much we’re going to miss her.
We left Patrick alone for the first time a few hours Sunday night, and when we got home he was the most hyper I've ever seen him (like double what he usually is when we get home). It took him a good 5 minutes to finally calm down. I also recorded him with the webcam on my laptop, and the whole time he was standing or sitting on our chair by the window, then he would get down and go somewhere, sniff the door, and get back on the chair. He did that for as long as my laptop had battery power left to record. It makes us want to get him a companion so he's not lonely, but we also know we have to make sure that we give ourselves time to heal to so we can give ourselves fully to that new Yorkie.
My wife and I had our first days back at work yesterday, and it was so hard. We cried on the way there, and just prayed as much as we could and told her how much we love her. We were both zombies during the day, and we got sympathy cards from my 2 aunts in Houston in the mail and read them at lunch. My wife and I cried so much. We have been getting so much support from all of our family. Even though they didn’t see our pups a lot, Pumpkin touched them every time they came over and they all cried with us and have been checking in on us.
When we got home yesterday, we brought Patrick with us to run a few errands. We have been giving him lots of attention, and we once again played with his favorite toy, and I even got to chase him around the bedroom (they loved to go under the bed to hide from us and each other!). My wife and I both seemed to heal a little and have our first night of having an extended period of happiness. We even looked at her pictures without crying our eyes out and could only say how cute and wonderful she is.
Then this morning, it hit again. It’s like we’re grieving in our sleep, because right when we woke up, my stomach was already in knots. I’m back at work right now and doing a little better, but I still get torn looking at her pictures on my desk.
I just keep telling myself that everyone says it gets better with time. When I was in high school, I used to have birds. I had 1 die and had to give another away when I started working, and that hurt. But this is the first pet my wife and I have ever been this close to, so it's the first time we've had to endure a loss like this.

Thanks again to everyone for all the support, thoughts, and prayers.

There are no words to describe how awful we feel for you. Know the pain is just beyond and life will never be quite the same. May your happy memories of this precious doll keep you through these hard times. Mia and her Mom Mary

So sorry for your loss, my heart breaks for you and your wife.
RIP Pumpkin, run and be free little one.............

Praying that God will comfort you, your wife and Patrick.

I just read your story and I'm so sorry you lost your precious Pumpkin.....Your pain, hurt and sadness is understandable. Whether it be human or pet, when you love that deeply the loss is just as painful. .....We must remember that not everything is in our control. We might like to think it is, hope that it is, but there are times when it simply isn't.......


We always think this won't happen to us....Then in an instant, without warning, it does.......We are left with our sadness and tears.... the emptiness and our grief. The light of our life is not here anymore to greet us, curl up with us, and just bring a smile to us by just entering the room.......It all seems so surreal.....We wish it was all a bad dream........ Having suffered the loss of one of my precious ones just as unexpectedly as your Pumpkin, one thing I have learned is, one doesn't ever get over it, you just get through it.......The sadness will lessen with time but there will always be a scar on our hearts......I wish you well and give extra hugs to Patrick.......RIP precious Pumpkin......

I am so sorry for your tragic loss of Pumpkin. She was the perfect little Angel on earth and now a little Angel in Heaven. I have always believed that our pets take their own illness and death as a natural part of life and we are the ones that have a hard time with it. Your love for Pumpkin shows through in your post. You did everything you could for her and she knew how much you treasured her. The time we have with our babies is so precious and I know that every day that we wake up with our little ones could be the last day we have with them. God Bless You for being so good to that little one and making her life so happy.

Your little Pumkin and my little Fluffy
 

I checked in to this site in June in desperate search for help or an answer to why my little 8 1/2 year old yorkie was so sick. He started out vomiting and diarrhea, everytime I fed him he would vomit. At first I thought I was feeding him to much, but I only fed him twice a day a 1/4 cup of food, then he got to the point he would not eat, no matter what kind of food I gave him, and I mostly fed him food from the health store hard dog food, but he would not eat that so I took him to our vet and said, something is wrong these are the things that are happening, when they took the blood test and x-rays and came back and told me he had liver disease and it was not cureable. They could not tell me how long he had, but their subjection was to put him down, so he would not suffer, but they said we will try and give him medicine and said this may help him. Oh and let me tell you it seem to be working, he would eat a little and be happy go luck and I said thank god it is working, only to my surprise a week later all the symptons came back and again back to the vomiting, then he started to just lay around sleeping all the time. Then I notice he would start to pee and poo on the floor and he never did that, then he started to get aggrestive and he attacked me, which is saying something cause he only weighted 9 pounds. Back to the vet, more test, vet said it is hard to tell you to prepare yourself to put him down, but by this time he was down to six pounds and he said if he gets to 5 you will have to put him down. I asked him why the changes in his habits and temper, it is their way of saying I am sick. I kept telling the vet, but sometime he goes days and is doing so good, maybe he will pull out of it, again the vet reminded me there was no cure and he will get worst. I ran to every site looking for answers. One told me the vet told her, her dog would not last 6 months and he lasted 2 years, so I kept saying there is hope. Then the day came that I will never forget, he got up and walk a few steps, fall down, when he went to the water dish, his little face would just fall in, then he started to fall down, shake at 5:15 it was to late to take him in. So from 5:15 to 8:00 a.m. my little fluffy suffered so badly and I tried everything I could think of to save him. He went in to convulsions, seizers, ran in to walls, drug his little body. I would pick him up, hold him close, and he didn't even know who I was. I was at the vets at 8 sharp and held him close to me, knowing what I must do, and afterwards I could not let go. I just kept telling him, I was sorry, that this was the best for him and I will always love him and he will always be here with me. It has been over a month and I still look for him and miss him so much, I do not know what to do with my self. I am 70 years old and he was my best friend, companion and he always talked to me. Letting me know what time to go to bed, out to potty, time to eat and oh my what a protector.
So when I read your story I know and feel how much you suffered. I had Fluffy cremated and he now sits on my night stand to always be with me.

Here is something that might help you:
WE MAY NOT BE TOGETHER
IN THE WAY WE USED TO BE
WE ARE STILL CONNECTED BY A
CORD NO EYE CAN SEE

SO WHENEVER YOU NEED TO FIND ME
WE'RE NEVER FAR APART
IF YOU LOOK
BEYOND THE HORIZON
AND LISTEN WITH YOUR HEART:

God bless you and little Pumpkin