Happy thoughts are our favorite thing.

The sorely missed Turbo

No one wants to think of the day when they will  have to say good-bye to a faithful companion, and friend. Honestly, the loss of a fur friend/family member sometimes causes unexpected agony of the worst kind. We are haunted by their absence. We continue on to think of getting them a toy, a treat, or taking them for a walk–only to remember they are no longer there.

They comforted us. They kept our secrets. They loved us when we were not so lovely. They shared our moments, and doted on our every move. Sometimes this was to our chagrin; this is especially true when they destroyed something due to separation-anxiety.

Our Mailbox

Our Beloved Happy Boomer We Miss You!

We receive a number of messages from folks who are facing a loss. Some know it is on the horizon, and coming their way at lightening speed. Others have returned from making a decision they would have preferred to never have had to face. Then there are those caught short in the blink of an eye who saw their beloved Weimaraner pass over the rainbow bridge.

No matter how the good-bye happens, it is not easy. Such was the case of a person whom we will call Devastated. We recently received a note from them during one of their darkest hours.

Please read on, but first grab yourself a tissue….

Please share this  with your clients. The importance of good voice control, especially with “heel” and “down” are critical, even in places you think are safe. It only took one instance of stubbornness and one frustrated electrician driving too fast down your private lane for disaster to strike. Earlier today we lost my best friend, Boomer. To say I am devastated is an understatement. It doesn’t seem real, and I desperately wish that it wasn’t. I honestly don’t know how I’m going to face tomorrow without my Boo but wanted to share this just in case one person gets the message, and it saves them from this unbearable pain.

Please know that I loved Boomer more than anything and really don’t know what I’m going to do without his warm breath in the morning, the weight of his head on my lap, his gentle pawing to let me know it’s time to go for a walk, and countless other little things. He truly was my best friend.

No one is Immune

Having permission to post these comments didn’t mean we were in any hurry to so. There are no words to say that cover this sort of loss. A person who has not experienced such a thing must stop, and take pause. It happens to some of the best folks. Danger is lurking about; it is a monster who awaits a single lax moment. No one is immune. This kind of thing has happened to dog trainers, show people, and very vigilant types. Our heart goes out to you.

Dear Devastated, we know but by the grace of God there we might find ourselves. Thank you for sharing in your time of need; we know it was because you didn’t want another person to fall victim to such a loss.