I lost my Little Pal

[brentberna]

I had a tea-cup poodle named Jonah but was simply called Little Doggie. He was about 13 years old and had arthritis, congestive heart faliure, as well as an enlarged heart. His Dr. put him on Enacard which probably helped him to llve a few more months. I am my mothers caretaker. I always take her outside in her wheelchair and help her into the car. She has Parkinson's Then I take Little Doggie out and place him in the front yard and he does his "thing". Then, normally, I pick him up and place him on the loveseat and kiss his little head and tell him where I am going and when I will be back. I always made sure that I told him that I loved him. The entire time I was gone, this time, I felt some sort of "disconnection" . My last stop was at the pet store for his arthritis treats. When I got home my Little Doggie was dead, on the love seat. I am so extremely devestated right now. Can anyone help me with any words of encouragement? Oh my God, he was my little pal. My only pal.

[guptasa1]

I'm sure it's little consolation, and I'm not even sure what to say, but I'm very, very sorry for your loss, and you have my sincerest condolences.

 

It's clear you love him very much, and I'm sure he loves you. (The wonderful thing about love, at least from my point of view, is that it always exists.)

 

It sounds like he lived a long, full life with a loving person to share it with, and though sick from his age, it sounds like he went suddenly and didn't suffer for a prolonged period.

 

Time will help heal you and while you won't forget him, it'll get easier. While I'm sure Jonah can't be replaced, maybe you can consider getting a new pal to share your life with when you're ready.

 

Again, I'm sorry.

[brentberna]

Thanks for your words. I am a Cherokee Indian. We have a belief that sometimes a beloved pet will come back to you in the wind. This past Summer, during a high ozone alert, with no wind I was watering Little doggies grave and felt a strong wind just next to me. I knew that it was my little pal. My sister bought me another poodle. He is named Bison because he looked like a little buffalo with his puppy fur. In taking care of my mother I really just don't have any way to "vent" about things. I just don't have the time or energy. Thanks for appreciating my loss of my little Doggie.

[Bilbo]

I am aso glad that you had your graveside visit. I was afraid that you would let yourself be convinced that animals have no souls. People who think that sound so reasonable sometimes. I wish you many years of happiness with Bison.

[Guest Fisher]

I truely feel for you, as I too am a caregiver

for my elderly mother who has Parkinson's.

 

I have two cats who much joy and happiness

to my life, and would be devestated if anything happened

to them. The following site has great information

for pet owners. The section "ever after ..." deals

with losing a pet http://www.warreneckstein.com

 

The following poem can be found there:

 

There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth.

It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors.

 

Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge there is a land of meadows,

hills and valleys with lush green grass.

 

When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place.

There is always food and water and warm spring weather.

 

The old and frail animals are young again.

Those who are maimed are made whole again.

They play all day with each other.

 

There is only one thing missing.

They are not with their special person who loved them on Earth.

 

So, each day they run and play until the day comes when,

one suddenly stops playing and looks up! The nose twitches!

The ears are up! The eyes are staring!

And this one suddenly runs from the group!

 

You have been seen, and when you and your special friend meet,

you take him or her in your arms and embrace,

Your face is kissed again and again and again,

and you look once more into the eyes of your trusting pet.

 

Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated...

[+ Lucky]

"This past Summer, during a high ozone alert, with no wind I was watering Little doggies grave and felt a strong wind just next to me. I knew that it was my little pal."

 

So he died last summer and has come to visit you already? You are a little late in registering your grief here on this website about male prostitution. Typically we require grief to be posted promptly.

 

However, since you are new, and an Indian, we will cut you some slack. But the next time we might think that you are pulling our leg just a little bit.

[Juan Vancouver]

Hey Brent.

 

I am reading your post, and all of a sudden I am at a loss of words. In such ocassions, one can only utter the common places, and repeat what has been said forever. I will try not to do that now.

 

Instead, in my mind, I will hold you as tight as I can, and just give you a silent, affectionate hug. Grief your loss. And know that somewhere, people care about you.

 

All my best wishes to you, your mother and your good friend.

 

Sincerely,

 

Juan

[Flower]

> But the next time we might think that you are

>pulling our leg just a little bit.

 

...and here I thought that I was the only cynic reading this.

 

Actually, I honestly hope this guy is pulling our leg, 'cause if he ain't , he and a few other moarners have gone off the deep end!

[VaHawk]

Well, I guess the old adage about "there is a first time for everything" is based in fact. I agree, for once, with Flower!

 

BTW: I thought it was indeed "clever" to use the term "moaners" rather than "mourners".

[brentberna]

Good gosh. I don't get a whole bunch of time to deal with my own things due to taking care of my Mother, as I already mentioned. Sometimes things just overtake an individual. I think that I just wanted to tell someone about my loss. Granted that a forum about prostitutes may not be appropriate but all of the postings deal with all sorts of different things. Yes, Jonah died back in the Summer. I am sorry that my grief does not meet your exacting standards of grieving. Perhaps you can provide a detailed timetable on grieving and the behavior that is expected during each stage. I was having a bad time with it and just needed an outlet. It has nothing to do with gay male prostitutes but I just felt like there may be some on here that would help me out. If I was "pulling your leg" then why would I make something up as absurd sounding as the whole "Indian" thing? I must admit that I appreciate the wittiness of the "naysayers".

[Holden]

Let the cynics have their say but I know how you feel about loosing your pet. I lost my cat of 20 years one year ago and was just devastated...I have her ashes on my fireplace mantle. I recently adopted a 6 month old calico cat and swear that she is the reincarnated cat that I lost. She is extremely affectionate and never leaves my side...the only pussy that sleeps with me.

She has completely filled the void I experienced when I lost my first cat. You will come to realize that your new dog will do the same for you. Enjoy it and look back with fondness on your lost pet. Like everything else, time heals everything.