rryder

I’m so sorry for your loss.

Hugs,
Rob

Lalla

Thank you so very much, Rob.

Barb in Louisiana

Every time we lose a furry pet, a piece of our heart goes with them. We always swear we won't go through it again, but the house is so lonely without their funny, aggravating, loving little bodies and we have to have another to fill that empty space. Sounds like your support system is working well for you and that helps a lot. Sending Hugs from another dog lover.

Annaquilts

So sorry to hear Tycho passed away. Glad you have Cuba to snuggle with. I am sure he needs it too. I also have a Havanese Nina. She is 9.

Lalla

Cuba is 8 (she’s a ‘she’ actually). They were once described to me, before I got one, by a trainer friend, as ‘brilliant little dogs’. They are, aren’t they. So are Cotons de Tulear. I had another Coton, before Tycho; Tycho has been the best little boy. I’ve been very lucky in my canine companions.
Thank you all, again, for your kind words.

juliasb

There have been many times over my life time that I have had to grieve the loss of a pet. Some hit me harder than others. The love never goes away. I had a need to share that love again and again so I would for many years decide to get another dog to share that love with. Never was that to replace a pet. That is impossible. Grieve now and remember. My heart goes out to you in your grief.

Lalla

Thank you so much, juliasb.

Sharongn

Oh Lalla, such sad news. I am so very sorry. Big hugs to you. 😢

cashs_mom

I'm so sorry. You did the kindest thing for him. Hugs.

Lalla

I am so grateful for all the support - I am so new here, and you have all been so overwhelmingly kind. It’s morning here in Hong Kong, still sunny before the rainy season descends upon us, and the beautiful ToLo harbour and mountains that we overlook from our apartment are sunlit, with a black kite soaring over the sparkly water. There is a small, white hole in our lives, a small white dog missing from our home. Grief is such a strange thing - lurching from emotion to emotion, not just each day, or each hour, but sometimes within each minute: “I miss my little dog” to “Did I do the right thing?” to “Should I have done something different?” to “I couldn’t have done anything different” to “I miss my little dog”; uncontrollable tears one moment at memories that hurt so much, then memories that provoke joy again, despite the pain. Round and round. C.S Lewis said, in “A Grief Observed” that ‘grief is so like fear’; I’ve never found that to be the case, in too many grievings now. For me, I’ve always found that it has been so exhausting. I feel so terribly tired, alongside the terrible sadness and sense of loss. I’m so grateful still to have Cuba, my other small companion; Thoreau said that the wonderful thing about sharing our lives with an animal is that, when you go out and come back home again, they have ‘stirred the dead air in the room’. Our dead air, and our hearts, are still stirred by our little Havanese.