** hugs **

I'm sorry-- for whatever it is you're going though, Honeychile! ((((HUG)))

((hugs))

I haven't had a working computer at home for the past few days, and I'm at the office right now to post this.

My beautiful boy, my Bichon Frise named Buffy, died on Friday. He had been just not up to par for months, and I had him at the vet and at specialists. Just last Tuesday, I found out that he had a massive liver tumor which had metastasized into his lungs and lymph glands. I made the terrible appointment for Friday, but Buffy was gasping on Friday morning, so I took him in a little early. He was in his stroller, in "that back room" with me when the vet went to get things ready. Buffy & I looked at each other with love, then he put his paw on my hand and died.

It was on his terms, no needles, no medication. I know you're thinking, "Buffy? Stroller? How weird is that?" but Buffy (AKC Mr. Buff) had been the stud for a breeder before my mother got him, and his vet personally thought he was the perfect breed standard, and since we went to Bichon Bashes, we'd put him in that to get him to the staging area. Thank heavens we did - he walked very little in the last week. Buffy was all guy, and to be honest, a little conceited, but very loving.


http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b2...ppy_Buffy2.jpg

I've had this vision of Buffy galloping like a puppy, all four paws in the air, right into my mama's arms, and my daddy saying, "Who the heck is that?!" Thank you all for your kind words - God bless us all.

PS: Forgot to add - we used to refer to him as our Alpha Delta Paw Sweetheart!

Ohhh Honeychile, losing a beloved pet is so very tough, I am so sorry.

So very sorry.

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Oh, Honeychile, I really feel your loss. My heart is sincerely broken for you.

Honeychile, I am so sorry HUG

Lots of hugs, love, and my condolences. I know how much you loved him.

These losses are so hard to take. I am so sorry.

:(

Dear Honey,

these words have brought me comfort, and I hope they do the same for you. The author was a British poet. I don't have the entire poem, just this section.

"..trouble free you sleep
(and dream, perhaps, of me),
We could not, if we would,
forget each other.

When, in turn, the dark
Shall glaze my eyes, your joyous bark
Will greet me, echoing in the sky.
Till then, dear loving heart, goodbye."

J Walker (1928)

Because you mentioned this, I feel that I could share this "dream" I had shortly after the passing of my previous pug.

I had this dream, that I was standing at the top of our basement steps looking down, and there was Chopper (my little black pug). And he talked. He told me that he was fine and that everything okay and that he was in heaven with Mark and not to worry and to tell my dad not to feel bad and not to worry, that he was happy and he was in Heaven with Mark.

First, Mark is my dad's best friend who lifted weights at our house for years growing up. The August before Chopper died, Mark had a heart attack while driving home from work and passed away. Mark and Chopper were buddies. I don't think that dog loved me as much as he loved Mark. And as far as telling my dad it was okay, Chopper was my dad's shadow, and Chopper was getting old and deaf...and one day my dad went to move the truck, not knowing that Chopper was resting under it to cool off in the shade.

I believe that Chopper really was there in my dream and wanted to let me know it's okay, and maybe your vision of your beautiful Buffy is his way of letting you know that he is doing great, and that he'll be there waiting when you get there :)

{{{{{HUGS!!!!}}}}}}

I understand your loss and pain. You have my deepest sympathy.