On Losing a Dog

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I’ve said that my dogs are my K9 kids, because they give me much more than I give them. They have been with me through some of my darkest days, offering themselves and their love, unconditionally. My heart both broke and was filled with joy after reading this post, because I could truly related. I wish you all peace and the awesome experience of adopting a pet.

Marking Our Territory

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In his grief over the loss of a dog, a little boy stands for the first time on tiptoe, peering into the rueful morrow of manhood. After this most inconsolable of sorrows there is nothing life can do to him that he will not be able somehow to bear. – James Thurber

In July of 2004, my brother James held Dutch, his German Shorthaired Pointer, for the first time. On November 20, 2014, James held Dutch for the last time. After ten incredible years Dutch succumbed to the ravaging effects of hemangiosarcoma, a deadly and unfortunately common cancer in dogs.

Ten years, that’s the deal. The lucky get more time, far too many get less. But we all must inevitably face the end. That end – the only end – is heartbreak. When Dutch died I held James and we cried. I wasted no breath on neat and impotent words. James…

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