Just a dog…

Sorry. That’s a rough one. We run a kennel and ,of course ,have our own as well. People are here all the time who are mourning the loss of their best friend. It always hurts ,but when they get a new one it seems to help.
 
The sad and universal truth is that bad men live too long and good dogs don’t live long enough.

Take comfort in knowing you gave him the best life possible and he did the same for you.
 
No such thing as just a dog, they come into our lives and fill a primal void that only a dog knows, when its there time to move on it leaves a depression in ones soul that never completely heals, A man’s life is never completely satisfied unless he shares it with a dog. I have never just had a dog but I have had many partners with four paws and I remember everyone one them and can only hope when my time comes to move on they are there waiting for the reunion.
 
That sucks, I've had a lot of dogs over the years but none of them were just a dog. If heaven is real, I hope its a huge field and the entire pack comes charging toward me full speed if I get there.
 
That’s a hard one, no way around it. Sorry for the loss of a beloved friend. I’ve been there and I am positioned to be there again. The positive in all of it is that it’s only hard because of all the good times you had together.
 
I hate using the identifier “I” when trying to add value to or maximize the focus on another’s moment, good or bad.
Scouring this forums and the numerous threads I find it hard to feel up to par with the “professional” outdoorsman, mainly bc I don’t have many people within my circle to rate my proficiency with and I feel as if every year I’m learning more and more.

However, in this thread I feel I have both a personal and professional view of the loss of man’s best friend.
It never mattered my responsibility to the canine, be it a house pet, duck dog or the ones who work w me. I’ve commanded dogs to do some things I wouldn’t risk myself, and I’ve had dogs fall asleep while my nephew and nieces use them as a pillow.
At the end of the day, we are ultimately responsible for their everything. Their food, their medicine, their welfare, their ability to socialize and be an addition to the family. They are our responsibility and when we lose them it’s a diff kind of loss. It hurts diff bc it hits diff. I’m paraphrasing here bc I don’t recall exactly the words, but there’s a poem out there speaking on why dogs lives are so short. It goes something along the lines of , people are born and have to learn to love, dogs are born already knowing so they don’t have to live as long.
I’m sorry for your loss and there’s no new dog that will ever replace the last, but rest assured, the next pup will be who they are bc of the lessons you learned from the last and bc of that, they will always be there.
 
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