My late buddy, Arizona the red tabby Maine Coon, was with me for 16.5 years, from his kittenhood to the end. He'd been with me through countless moves and life changes, and I helped him through the usual illnesses and some unusual ones, including liver disease and then diabetes (gave him his quick shot every morning and evening). At last cancer came along, and it was something he couldn't fight.
I took him to the vet, and was there at the end. Wouldn't you know it, as the doc began to give him that final injection, he turned his big shaggy head and growled -- at her. Courage and gall to the last.
His ashes are up in the Colorado mountains, and a plaque at the Denver Dumb Friends League reads, "Arizona: I [meaning me] handled quarters and rations, you handled the rest." Perhaps you could give a donation to your local animal shelter and do the same?
I have two others now, and have known many feline friends, but I miss him still.
You won't "get over it," but you'll get past it and remember him; he'll become the standard by which other dogs will be measured.
I took him to the vet, and was there at the end. Wouldn't you know it, as the doc began to give him that final injection, he turned his big shaggy head and growled -- at her. Courage and gall to the last.
His ashes are up in the Colorado mountains, and a plaque at the Denver Dumb Friends League reads, "Arizona: I [meaning me] handled quarters and rations, you handled the rest." Perhaps you could give a donation to your local animal shelter and do the same?
I have two others now, and have known many feline friends, but I miss him still.
You won't "get over it," but you'll get past it and remember him; he'll become the standard by which other dogs will be measured.