I know how you feel, Chewy. I lost our first dog almost 8 months ago. She was 3.5 years old. I still cry for her. Every now and then I look up in the sky and see a small white cloud I see her spirit there and I cry. I miss her so much. I still ask questions why she died so young. I look at her photos and I cry. I look at her grave in the backyard and I cry. In fact, I am crying now. I wrote a book in her memory to remind us of the good times we shared. Sometimes I feel I had let her down so badly. The one thing that I regretted the most was to leave her at the vet office the last 5 days and 4 nights of her life in a cage. If I had known she would died I would take her home and nurse her until her dying breath. She hated being away from home. Each time I came to the vet office to see her I could see in her eyes begging me to take her home to sleep on our bed. She died in my arms and my head hang low over her body as she lay on the hospital bed. I cried and I knew she heard me as she departed this earth. Like you, Chewy, I hope to see my darling girl at that rainbow bridge one day. She has enriched our lives beyond all measures...
