hello I truly hope you are healing a little bit at a time.....my heart goes out to you ,my chowchow was my life 19teen years and im just devasted she was my heart and i was hers.I HAVE A 18TH MONTH old son who makes me want to wakeup and live life thankgod my son ! I am a single mom and that was my family rainbear my chowchow and my son ---I was peaceful ,now its a empyness. a heartache like no other .i will never be the same. we also had bond/promise we would grow old together she kept hers my god shhe truly did .she went to sleep when i knew she could no longer hear and went blind ten yrs prior and did amazing yet when her hearing went i did not want her to feel one ounce of unhappiness. the guilt is eating at me and i give anything to smell hear hold her even if it eas for 2 seconds.

I am sorry for your loss, yes it is getting better..but there are time it just comes over like a wave, mostly a night when it is so quiet. You should not have any guilt...it sounds like rainbear had a good life and that is what you have to remember. When I picked up BooBear's ashes thay included some poem's one was the rainbow bridge which I love here are the other two...They really helped me...My prayers are with you...Tina

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain.
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am the morning hush.
I am the graceful rush
of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the star shine of the night.
I am the flowers that bloom.
I am in a quiet room.
I am the birds that sing.
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.


"I Loved You Best" - Poem
I Loved You Best
-Jim Willis 2002

So this is where we part, My Friend,
and you'll run on, around the bend,
gone from sight, but not from mind,
new pleasures there you'll surely find.

I will go on, I'll find the strength,
life measures quality, not its length.
One long embrace before you leave,
share one last look, before I grieve.

There are others, that much is true,
but they be they, and they aren't you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,
will remember well all you've taught.

Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,
the fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.
And as you journey to your final rest,
take with you this...I loved you best.

I am sorry for the pain you are going through. Living is hard only because we were loved so much,,,Our furbabys would want us to cherish their memories an go on and when we are ready open our hearts again. I wonder if part of it being BooBears time was the fact that I need to focus on have more people friends. I love my Boobear as much as one can love another but when I thought about adding people to my life I worried what if they had a pet how could I do that to BooBear and I know that is part of the reason I am alone. Maybe, just maybe that is the gift Kota is trying to give to you. My prayers are with you Dennis...It does get better. Tina..BooBear's Mom


Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain.
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am the morning hush.
I am the graceful rush
of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the star shine of the night.
I am the flowers that bloom.
I am in a quiet room.
I am the birds that sing.
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.


P.S. I have to share something that happened the other night. I had just gotten into bed and I swear I felt little footsteps on my pillow above my head...BooBear would climb up on my pillow every night to say goodnight. I know his spirit is with me and he is in a good place. I am sure as much as he love me back he would understand how much I miss him but he would know he will always be in my heart.

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25 Aug 2010
Read TopicCharlie & Dusty
It has been a while since I have been on the site. It was the saving grace when I lost my best bud BooBear. I could not stand the quiet anymore with BooBear gone. I went on Craigs List and found a woman who had adopted 2 brothers and right after that her mother had passed and she received her mom's two cats bringing her total to 6. She had posted that she had brought them to a shelter and they had told her the chances of placing them together was slim to none but if she found a home for them they would return them to her to place. I was luckily the first to see the ad. I welcomed home Charlie (he the smaller one) and Dusty. They needed to be placed together because Dusty was very shy, he really relied on Charlie. Today they are happy and healthy balls of destruction. They love to tear up the rugs. I don't have the same relationship with the boys as I had with my BooBear. I still miss him. I really planned on getting two this time to keep each other company while I am at work. I spoiled BooBear to much and I believe that it shortened his life. To many treats and to much people food. I thought I was making him happy he loved junk food. He begged for it as soon as he would hear the bag krinkle. The boys do not beg for food at all. They have their soft food and their dry food, no treats and to my suprise they are happy without them. I have learned my lesson. They are cats and not people as much as I make them a part of my family they are in fact still cats. I know I will never have another Boo and that will always hurt and I lost him way to young (he was only 8). I can say now that I am so thankful I had him for the time that I did. He helped me throught alot....One day I will cross the Rainbow Bridge and see him again. Until then Charlie and Dusty are my light. They are who I come home to...Charlie & Dusty will celebrate their first Birthday on September 2, 2010. I just want to thank everyone that helped me get through the pain.