Why Do I Love Sadie? Let Me Count The Ways...

I loved everything about her... Her, my little Honey Bear, my Sardine, my little Kissy Buttons, my Ruff-ruff, my Bee-bop, my Boo Bear, my Fuzzy Buns, my Sadie Blackbeard. My soul-mate. She was nice to all animals; the only ones she didn’t like were squirrels, and that was mainly because they teased her. She was kind and playful toward all dogs, cats, people, small reptiles, insects... She was very much like me, in almost every way; when I first got her, she forced me to love myself at a time when I wasn’t sure if I liked myself or not. She was silly, sensitive, and liked to sleep a lot (like me) but was always up for a good walk (like me). She was considerate, kind, lovable, and easy-going. She was smart, curious, and had a great memory. She loved food. She was loyal. She gave everyone the benefit of the doubt, and she taught me to do the same. I loved her more than any pet I’ve ever had; there are very, very few people that I love more than her. I am suffering a huge emptiness, the saddest days that only very gradually get better as time passes. I will never love another animal more than I love her. I would give anything to have her with me again. I am angry that she didn’t reach her sixth birthday, but happy that I knew her death was drawing near. I’m glad that she no longer suffers, but anguished over the fact that she’s gone. I’ve cried so many times, for so long, in three “short” weeks, and I wonder when the pain will start to significantly subside. When she died, she took a huge piece of my heart and my fondness for life, a fondness that I didn’t really know I had, since she had led me to it quite gradually, over time. She was my best friend, and I want her back very badly. I could kick myself for all the times I stayed out late, left her in the car, scolded her... What I wouldn’t give for another day with my girl! I hope she knew that I loved her more than anything.

I Lost My Best Friend

Hi everyone, I'm new to this site, but I sure wish I would have found it sooner. I had to put my sweet baby girl, Sadie, to sleep almost three weeks ago. She lost a battle with bone cancer; her vet and I thought she had arthritis, and when I took her to a specialist and found out she actually had bone cancer, it was only one short week before I tearfully made the realization that she couldn't make it through the night. (!) I have gotten past feelings of "maybe I waited too long to end her suffering," "I wish I could've been able to afford amputation surgery & chemotherapy," and "What did I do to deserve this bad karma?" (Sadie would've been six years old on 12/27/04). I'm not sad for my Honey Bear anymore, because she isn't suffering. Now, I am just sad for myself, and although it's only been three weeks (tomorrow), I am still very, very sad and feeling alone. I always used to say, "I don't know WHAT I will do when my dog dies!" And I couldn't have been more right. I don't know what to do. I miss her terribly, and I feel like it's impossible to live without her.

Stephanie