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|Tue, 02-16-2010 - 11:40am|
Moby, a golden retriever, my my first dog. I did not get my first dog until I was 38.
I loved him to death - I never wanted kids, so my dogs are my 'family'.
When Moby died on Saturday from Lyme Disease, that was the hardest day of my life - I think I have cried more for him than I did for my dad, three years ago - I hope that doesn't make me a bad person.
I know a lot of people have been kind to me since Saturday and have told me that I gave him a good life and everything, and I know about the Rainbow Bridge piece of writing, but at this stage, those things do not comfort me - why is that? They are supposed to...
At this point, all I want is Moby back.
It's weird, I have three other dogs, whom I love to pieces, but now with the big hole in the 'pack', the other dogs don't seem the same to me, with Moby gone - is that normal? will I ever love my other doggies again, as much as I loved them with Moby still here?
P.S. I wish to extend my condolenses to the others here who have lost pets, too. I know I am not alone, and I just wanted to let you know that although I don't know you, I feel your pain - xoxo