It's been a tough week here. We lost Chelsy on November 4th. I'm just getting to the point where I can write it down or talk about it. You'd think that after 30 years of having dogs, cats, guinea pigs, etc, it would get easier but it never does. Especially when you get them at 8 weeks old and live with them for almost 15 years.
So, I've been spending an exorbitant amount of time with Shade and Rocky. They are getting many walks every day, brushing, combing, wrestling on the floor every morning, and just in general being wallored non-stop by me. Rocky has insisted on sleeping next to my bed at night now and scratches furiously at the door if I make him stay out. The two of them are actually happier now. Rocky was so worried about her that he just kept sniffing her and pacing around the house in a kind of panic. He is a very caring big brother and worries about everything that's different.
I don't imagine it will every get easier for me, no matter how many dogs I will live with in my life. They are all my babies.
So, I've been spending an exorbitant amount of time with Shade and Rocky. They are getting many walks every day, brushing, combing, wrestling on the floor every morning, and just in general being wallored non-stop by me. Rocky has insisted on sleeping next to my bed at night now and scratches furiously at the door if I make him stay out. The two of them are actually happier now. Rocky was so worried about her that he just kept sniffing her and pacing around the house in a kind of panic. He is a very caring big brother and worries about everything that's different.
I don't imagine it will every get easier for me, no matter how many dogs I will live with in my life. They are all my babies.