Pets give us so much and ask so little. When they die it is such a loss. My cousin Elaine sent me a quote
"I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race: for if we suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance of 10 or 12 years, what would it be if they were to live double that time?" Sir Walter Scott
There seems to be no real customs to mark the death of a loved pet. Thank you to all family and friends who have been supportive. I wanted to mark the life of the sweetest dog I ever had – so this blog.
Toby lived with us only 6 years, we never really knew how old he was – he was picked up by after a weeklong chase by animal control in the Bethlehem area with a missing tooth and a broken front leg. It was presumed he had been hit by a car. When no one claimed him a second cousin of mine whose daughter worked for the vet that treated him – took him home. He lived happily with her and her mom until she married but couldn’t take a dog to her new home. We lucked out and Toby came to live with us. He was about 6 at the time.
He was so smart and so sweet. The first winter he was with us he loved running around in the snow – he had spent most of his outside time on a lead but here he could run. I never saw such a joyful dog running back and forth in the snow. He was always gentle with children. At the dinner table he would do the rounds, putting his head in one lap after the other – looking up at you with his beautiful brown eyes. He had the habit of listening to you talk with his head cocked to the side and those lovely eyes staring right into yours. He begged by putting his front paws together and moving them up & down. No one knew where that came from. He loved getting in the car but was happiest when the end of the trip was at home. He was most attached to my husband – Charlie went out, Toby went out – but both of his people in the same room was the best. It is so hard to be without him – he will live in my heart.
"I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race: for if we suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance of 10 or 12 years, what would it be if they were to live double that time?" Sir Walter Scott
There seems to be no real customs to mark the death of a loved pet. Thank you to all family and friends who have been supportive. I wanted to mark the life of the sweetest dog I ever had – so this blog.
Toby lived with us only 6 years, we never really knew how old he was – he was picked up by after a weeklong chase by animal control in the Bethlehem area with a missing tooth and a broken front leg. It was presumed he had been hit by a car. When no one claimed him a second cousin of mine whose daughter worked for the vet that treated him – took him home. He lived happily with her and her mom until she married but couldn’t take a dog to her new home. We lucked out and Toby came to live with us. He was about 6 at the time.
He was so smart and so sweet. The first winter he was with us he loved running around in the snow – he had spent most of his outside time on a lead but here he could run. I never saw such a joyful dog running back and forth in the snow. He was always gentle with children. At the dinner table he would do the rounds, putting his head in one lap after the other – looking up at you with his beautiful brown eyes. He had the habit of listening to you talk with his head cocked to the side and those lovely eyes staring right into yours. He begged by putting his front paws together and moving them up & down. No one knew where that came from. He loved getting in the car but was happiest when the end of the trip was at home. He was most attached to my husband – Charlie went out, Toby went out – but both of his people in the same room was the best. It is so hard to be without him – he will live in my heart.
