Last night, my man, Duece was called up by the doggy gods. It was unexpected, as it happened in a span of 45 minutes, but fortunately my wife and I were there with him. I’m not going into details as I don’t think I could bear to write them out and have them forever floating in the Google Cloud. But, we had our chance to say good bye and tell him what a joy it was to have him everyday of our lives the past 10 years. We held him as he took his last breath and watched his wide eyes and bulging rib-cage settle into a state of stillness. This was my first dog, so I’m hoping this is the worst it’s going to get. I have an 8 y/o female American Bulldog that I have to stay chipper and strong for so I don’t bring her down with me.
My question is for you peeps that read this blog and have lost a pet. What are some coping mechanisms to help the other pet who has never known life without the other. She is my biggest concern right now and I really have no idea how to handle her besides just being there, not leaving her alone for long periods, and keeping her active. Any advice?
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