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Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

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    Subject: My dog/best friend died kidney disease Friday afternoon May 10th German Shepherd 6 and a half years old
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    Ive been reading everyones posts this morning and finding out how
    other people have been coping----I can only add it is the mosts
    devastating experience--short of my first dog dying 20 years ago and
    my mother dying 4 years ago.
    I posted before but I don't know if it has managed show---so I'm just
    jotting some thoughts down.
    I love him with all my heart as I did my first dog---I don't regard
    them as rivals for affection---they were both different breeds---and
    totally different to look at physically---but they both had the same
    funny things I loved.
    I still think of my first best friend 20 years later-I read another
    post where someone said they still think of their pet after a long
    time---but now it is not so much with sadness---but more
    spiritually-that is how I think of my first dog--in fact with my best
    friend just passing--often when walking I used to tell him of my
    previous best friend and how they would one day meet in Heaven--and
    that dad would be up there one day when it was his turn to see them
    both.
    Ive cried and cried all weekend, rung people---I regarded my dog as
    human and many non dog owners that I rang don't understand that and
    they tend to trivalise--I find----he mean't as much to me as my own
    mother-I wept when my mother died I am now weeping for him----my tears
    flow freely----the sadness is overwhelming-I would think it will be
    (judging the way I feel) at least 6 to 12 months before I can begin to
    think happy thoughts of him in Heaven---I'll be walking the streets
    and the parks where I used to take him thinking of him, like he is
    still alive----a couple of nights running Ive gone to areas we used to
    go to--and have yelled out his name at the top of my lungs--and how I
    wouldn't give all the money in the world to see him running towards
    me--and then that just makes me cry more when I don't see him.
    He went into an operation that he never came out of--I'm glad I saw
    him before he went under surgery and I'm glad I hugged and kissed
    him--and told him how much his dad loved him-I think he understood me.
    I didn't even want to leave him--but I knew I had to--and kept turning
    around and saying goodbye again--eventually I sat on the floor
    crosslegged with him and just simply said over and over again how much
    I loved him.
    We had the best times together over nearly 7 years---I split up from
    my ex partnet (defacto relationship) we bought him as a twelve week
    old pup--the split up was very emotionally destroying for me (my ex
    left me I didn't leave her) there were times when I nearly had a
    nervous breakdown and I very lonely very frightened---many lonely
    nights---he comforted me---without him I would have lost it--we went
    for long walks at night as well as day we had many conversations, he
    helped me through all of it.
    All the best to people experiencing the same grief--I'm not much of a
    writer--I'm sure though everyone can recognise the same pain.

    There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day;But when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
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    Buy a pup and your money will buy Love unflinching that cannot lie--
    Perfect passion and worship fed By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head. Nevertheless it is hardly fair To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
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    When the fourteen years that nature permits Are closing in asthma or tumors or fits And the vet's unspoken prescription runs To lethal chambers, or loaded guns,Then you will find--it's your own affair
    But--you've given your heart to a dog to tear.
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    When the body that lived at your single will, With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!),When the spirit that answered your every mood Is gone--wherever it goes--for good, You still discover how much you care And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
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    We've sorrow enough in the natural way When it comes to burying Christian clay. Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent. Though it is not always the case, I believe, That the longer we've kept 'em the more do we grieve;For when debts are payable, right or wrong,A short time loan is as bad as a long--So why in Heaven (before we are there)
    Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
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    --Rudyard Kipling
 
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