1945 Jagdtiger Tank Destroyer

[jarndice]

The loss of any loved companion is extremely painful but the loss of a rescue dog/cat seems to hurt even more, Regrettably past experience has taught you old friend that the pain does dull down but never really goes away, The plus side is that many happy memories stay with us.
Thinking of you and your partner at this unhappy time.
Take care.

[EAO]

Painless,

My heart goes out to you! You can tell Jack was a sweet heart just by looking at his picture! Their time with us goes so quickly that we really need to enjoy every second, of every day, that we have with these wonderful gifts from God. I'm a sucker for old, decrepit dog's. They're just so darned lovable and seem to return our love even more in their golden years. Sorry again for your loss, I'm a pretty stoic guy, but loosing a beloved companion turns me into a bag of broken glass!

Take care,
Eric.

[PainlessWolf]

Thank you, Friends
Your kindnesses are appreciated. The framed passage on the wall of the room where we said Goodbye last night sums up what we gain and lose from loving our animal kids. I will paraphrase since I cannot write very well today. 'With every Dog I have lost, I lose a piece of my Heart. With every Dog who comes into my Life, I gain a replacement. It is my Hope that in Time, my Heart will be wholly a Dogs so that I will be worth their lifetime's worth of love and care.'
regards,
Painless

[EAO]

Hi Painless,

That's a great little passage. I'll need to remember that one...for the next time. I don't know if you saw Mick's awesome "February Pup Of The Month contest, but this quote I found many years ago sure sums up this inevitable time in our lives:

Years ago, after losing our first dog Cain, I was looking through an issue of Guns and Ammo when I stumbled upon this quote. It's the best way I've ever heard of summing up our lives with our four legged companions.

"The perfection of a life with a dog, like the perfection of an Autumn, is disturbing because you know, even as it begins, that it must end. Time bestows the gift and steals it in the process." Anonymous.

As my Grandfather always said: "The pain will eventually fade, but the good memories will always remain"

Take care,
Eric.

[Herr Dr. Professor]

I just got online and found your message about a great loss. I am sorry, Painless. May you have the blessing of fine memories of Jack and soon fine overwhelming, renewed joy everywhere you turn.

Ed in Wisconsin

[jhamm]

I am sorry, Painless.
what a loss.
animals love unconditionally ..

[PainlessWolf]

Thank you, Gentlemen.
Jack was part of our Family for over a decade. It will take some time to fill this hole in my heart. Enjoy today, Friends, free of sorrow, for like the song says, "these are the good old days".
regards,
Painless

[Son of a gun-ner]

Oh, I am so sorry to hear this Painless (sadly you're far from it at the moment). Yes, it really is hard to get over the loss of a pet when they are more than just a pet, they really are part of the family (pack). And because they are always there when you need them or they need you, it is like losing a best friend or a family member.
At least you can get pleasure from the thought of giving him the best type of life, and you have all the happy moments to remember.

[PainlessWolf]

Mick,
Thank you for saying Hello here. It is appreciated. Jack was on some 6 or 7 medications for an enlarged Heart condition common to older Greyhounds and the Vet had warned us that a year or so was the most that we could hope for. When you love your Dog like family, you always hope against hope that the recognized authorities are wrong. In no way where we expecting Monday Night and that diagnosis. My poor Boy. We never knew that he was dealing with something eating away at his leg bones as well. Jack was the bravest and most steadfast dog I have ever run across. The days now are just damn hard. He isn't hurting now and that is the only good take away from Monday.
Be safe, my Friend,
Painless

[Son of a gun-ner]

You're not alone Painless, I know exactly where you're coming from. My first dog Sandy was a trooper, no matter what life threw at her, even when she went deaf, and then blind, but I had to take the painful decision when her back legs went with a possible tumour on her spine.
And my second, Chrissie had epilepsy, which was controlled with drugs for many years till they wouldn't work no more, and sadly had to make another decision.
I even had to take the wife's grandad's guide dog Raffles when he was starting to suffer from his problems. Hat's off to the grandad, he wouldn't have a replacement guide dog all the time Raffles was enjoying his retirement years.
The loss of him hit hard, because Raffles and Sandy were best buddies and the wife and I regularly took them to parks, large open land spaces (what we call common land) and the beach together, he felt like he was a part of us just as much as he was the wife's grandad.