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Originally Posted by SiberianDVM
Friday night, I put my best buddy to sleep. He was 16 years old and somebody threw him and brothers and sisters into a dumpster when he was 4 weeks old. He and his sister came to my hospital and they both were on IVs for a month. They were miracle puppies, and they stayed together their whole lives, until she died 3 months ago.
When I worked on the cars, he was right there with me, rain or shine. He barked to get me up in the morning, slept all day while I went to work, and came to the door when I got home, madly wagging his tail.
I'm not going to see that this evening when I get home.
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Sorry to read this. 16 years is a great run though....but I understand, the absence is powerful. We lost our 5 1/2 year old English Mastiff to Osteosarcoma 3 weeks ago. Having a hard time sleeping without her gentle snoring in the room. See her around every corner still.
Thoughts are with you...it ain't easy. Crying actually helps. You gave him a great life and were a wonderful companion. Be happy about that...actually, I'm sure you are.