
Oh Mandy! so so sorry, You have had so many loses to cope with but they will be there waiting for you, one day. I truly believe this. Run free Alfie xxx
I've lost two, both with regrets. It's human nature to think that if thing's were done differently, circumstances were different, all the what if's etc, outcomes would be different. Sometimes it's true but not always. You could believe that length of life is already written at birth!
My heart boy, Louis - my soulmate, my one in a million, my love. No death has ever touched me so deeply, as his. I can fully relate to dying of a broken heart, to curling up and wishing my life would end. He was well in himself, but we had him booked in at the vet for brachycephalic syndrome ( he had occasional symptoms ) and soft palate surgery, nares etc if necessary. I kissed him on the head, my last words to him were be a good boy. The vet called my husband to say they'd found him dead when they went to prep him. He took all the joy in my heart when he left us. We didn't PM, he was gone and nothing would bring him back - we just brought him home, to love him, to hold him, to say our goodbyes - we let Pierre sniff him and lick him, to show him that Louis was gone - they'd been together for 4 weeks. Louis' fur was wet with our tears by the time the lady came to take him to the crematorium. I wish I had stayed with him at the vet - I wish my daughter had turned up to look after Pierre so I could stay at the vet - I wish we hadn't booked that date - I wish he was still alive. He was 22 months old,
My poor poor Pierre - Less than a year later, he too was gone. No illness, no symptoms, being his usual mountain goat, boisterous self the evening before. Woke in the morning to find him shivering, not wanting to eat. Vet appt at 8.30 am, treated for a temp and given AB's. Back at 1.00, kept in and xrayed without sedation he was so ill. They saw a mass on one lung so thought pneumonia and tried to find a specialist to take him. By the time we got him to the specialist, he was bleeding from the nose. They worked on him but eventually came to tell us we should think about letting him go - he had lungworm and was now bleeding from the gums and his lungs were full of blood - he was drowning. I didn't know what do do, phoned his breeder who I had phoned throughout the day, shock. He fell asleep with us crying, holding him and telling him how much we loved him, asking for forgiveness. He was only 14 months old. No PM, we knew how, why he died. I wish we hadn't missed 1 months Advocate treatment - he would still be here. I wish we hadn't been so caught up in finding a puppy playmate for him ( we'd had Eve for 1 week) I wish that his breeder ( even in her pain) had continued her friendship with me as losing her, hurts too.
I will carry the pain of losing my baby boys, for ever - they introduced and cemented my love for their breed. I have my Eve and Taffy and I cherish each day they stay xxx