Sydney is at Peace
Sydney Cooper, Best Dog Ever, died today. She was almost sixteen.
She didn't suffer at the end and we are left with almost fifteen years of memories of a first-rate, great, happy, funny, smart dog.
I am comforted by knowing that she had a really terrific, long life and by my unwavering conviction that every day since her stroke (in September of 2007) was a GIFT to us.
I will miss her more than I can say.
I'm so sorry. Hugs to you and your girls and Coop.
You loved her well.
I loved her well. My heart is breaking. We buried her in the back yard and I just keep thinking about how cold it is outside. I know she can't feel it. I know it's all...over.
But my heart really hurts. And I miss her.
I know the pain you're feeling, I too have lost several furry ones over the years. It's not LIKE they're family members, it's because they ARE family members. And, in giving us their unconditional love, they're the most accepting of us. They're completely without judgement of us.
I'm sure that Sydney was a very special girl, and you're a special person to have shared such a long time (even though it doesn't seem long enough) with her.
Please be gentle with yourself.
Thoughts and prayers for you and your family.
What a good girl....what a lucky girl.
Sorry for your loss over the holiday time--I remember when my cocker died--we buried her in the backyard, and everytime I looked at the gravesite, I could see her, just laying down and panting on top of the grave--the odd play of light and shadow on the clumps of dirt, and her favorite ball laying nearby.
Hard times. I feel sad for you.
Even though you knew the time was coming, it's still a huge jolt and a still bigger empty place in the house now.
I am so very sorry...