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I'm sorry to hear that. I know it hurts. I still sometimes think about our family dog from when I was a kid.
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I extend my condolences, Dogbelle. After my family's final dog died when I was 23 (the only dog we had kept to the end of her life), I grieved for so long that I figured it would be best if I just never had another pet, ever -- it was simply too hard for me to let go. But it happens that 23 years later I unexpectedly rescued an abandoned cat one evening, originally intending to hand him over to a nearby non-kill shelter the next day. However, I realized in time that he was so social and intelligent that I decided to keep him; and over the years I had him, it turned out that I bonded with that cat more deeply than I had done with any pet before him. And I had spent half my life avoiding closeness to another animal. Someone once told me that when you lose a dog, people uselessly tell you to get another one... but you don't want another dog, because you want the same one back! Yet while I know first-hand about mourning the loss of a friend with fur -- as low as you feel right now, Dogbelle, remember that at some point you might be ready for a new bond with a different friend. It's not a welcome thought right now, but time is a gift for us. First, for you, the 12 years of memories that you and Fred shared; then however much time must elapse before you realize you are ready to open yourself to someone new. I'll tell you that there's nothing quite like the moment when you realize that a new pet has caused you to stop grieving the one before. It can come, if you're open.
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Sorry to hear that. It's always surprisingly sad when a pet dies.
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Very saddened by that, Dogbelle. My heart goes out to you. After the pain goes though, you will be left with some wonderful memories.
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Very sorry to hear that. I feel with you.
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