Squirt - my Queen has crossed The Bridge

Leslie:
This just cut me to the quick reading your post. I know of what you are writing, because I would be the same way, and after 16 years it so devastating to be without your sweet Squirt. I really don't know how you have made it this far. I crumble into a melted pile every time I think of this happening to my girl. You have suffered too many losses, as we both have that in common, and I feel for you. It is like I said in one of my posts. It is like post traumatic stress disorder. I read about it somewhere that when you have had a lot of death in a short period of time it does something to you like what I mentioned. I feel so bad for you going thru all this on your own. I wish I lived near you so I could try some how to ease your pain a bit. You know I will never be able to get used to the idea of Squirt being gone either. She was a constant beacon of hope that just maybe my Tipper could reach 16 because Squirt went over many hurdles, she was just something permanent that I always looked forward to hearing about her cute antics. It has left a huge emptiness when I sign on here. I know this is a pain like no other that your are having. I pray for you to come thru this as I have always admired your strength. Blessings
Patti

hugs and love Leslie!

Sharlene and molly muffin

I feared as much dear Leslie. I knew it could not be different for you; that losing Squirt would bring back all the memories.
I have no words of wisdom. Just know I care.

Leslie, that's how it is with me. Each new loss revives memories of all of the previous losses.

I'm so sorry honey. HUGS from Daisy and I.

Oh, dear Leslie. I so wish we could take the pain away.
Hugs

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Our dearest Leslie. You have been thru far more then anyone should have ever had too. I wonder what it was like when the Black plague struck. Dogs, people and all living things die. But being so close at the time of death is such a noble and brave act. Me? I drop the leash and run. Ill never forgive myself for that. Then there are those who see it in a totally different way. The hospus angels. Leslie you are the one who holds the hand of the dying. The one who loves eternal. So much sadness that feeling inside. That giant whole almost Serene the empty place. Then you look to your side and see a four footed dog standing there Cautiously wondering if its ok to approach you. And all you can do is smile and hold out your hand as you remember what got you here in the first place. And the whole thing starts all over again. Because the pain of loss would never be, if there was not the happiness of love, the love you can touch at least for awhile.


Leslie my heart is with you. 8::::::

I tell my husband that he truely married a dog. Because when I see or hear a dog in pain i go to pieces. Even if its not my own. a women and daughter exit the vets examining room. And you just know. And for days you remember it.

Dear Leslie,

Do you remember when Yunah passed away? I have special songs for all of my dogs (and humans) who have passed away and that song will forever belong to them, can't use it for another occassion, it's theirs and theirs alone. Yunah, being my absolute soulmate, has a song, that I remember touched you very deeply as well.

But I will dedicate "Yunah's" song to you as well and I hope that one day, the time will come for you too, to let go....and that this song will help you.

http://youtu.be/ckM82QHz_r4

I feel for you deeply, I care about you deeply and I think of you very often,

Saskia :)

Hi Leslie

Popping in to send you some love :), hugs to you and the gang and wish we could do more but you know we are waiting for you with open arms whenever you feel up to popping in xxxxxx

Leslie:

I was just checking in and just saw your thread. My heart aches for you and yours. Sending HUGS your way.

God bless you for all that you did for Squirt and every one here, including myself. You will be rewarded one day for all of this.

In the meantime, Squirt will want for you with all the others at the rainbow bridge.

Marge