Had To Say Goodbye To Sammy Joe The Black Raccoon Options

[coonmam]

Monday nite Nov 1st our friend Sammy Joe a black raccoon died suddenly and unexpectly from what I believe was a blood clot or heart failure. He was 8.5 yrs old and the most beautiful, loving creature God ever put on this earth. I noticed his short labored breathing and managed to get ahold of a vet hospital 50 miles away but had to fight him into the carrier. I don't believe he made it out of the drive and I feel so guilty. We share our basement with two other males and they are deeply mourning his loss. I am to the point of not being about to function and cry non stop. I know there are no "magic words" to take the pain away but just knowing other have gone or going through the same pain helps. I am sure friends and family think I am nuts for grieving so intensly and trust me, feeling like this is not fun either. A huge hunk of my heart has been ripped out of my chest.
I was trying to shop the other day and saw a black rabbit, I had to reach down to touch its fur and when I did I had to run out of the store.
Without a doubt God loved me to send him my way, his story is a miracle in itself. I also know what comes from God returns to God, but the pain in unbearable even after 2 wks. I ask for prayers to heal
Thank you! most of all for understanding the pain of loosing a friend

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[Aaron]

It's difficult, believe us when we say we understand what you are feeling. There's just no easy way or one way to heal from such a loss. You lose a member of your family just 4 days ago. I can remember how 4 days after Reggie passed that I was a wreck. But with each passing day I was able to better cope with his loss. I don't want to suggest that the way I am handling this loss is the "right" way. You will find your way but you will go through ups and downs. Just remember all the joy Sammy Joe brought into your life and how you wouldn't have traded that happiness for anything. This pain is the unfortunate price we pay for the joy we get from our furballs.