Jamie, I'm so sorry. I know what you mean, it gets me too - a ton of
bricks. You shared a wonderful life with your baby Andy. My heart goes
out to you. Gloria
At 06:47 PM 5/23/2005, you wrote:
... The "never agains" hit me like a ton of bricks. He will never do his
cold nose bumping and tiny front teeth nipping on my husband's inner arm
trying to get him to pet him. He will never serve as my "fun police" when
I want my great dane to stop bringing his toy to me. I would just lay it
on the coffee table right next to Andy who was always ready with his right
hook. That kept Apollo in check. He would NOT go for that toy if Andy
was sitting by it. :) I will never again have my soft little lap warmer
as I sit at my computer. I will never. There are millions of those and I
think that's the worst part.
I guess the bright spot is I think I found a new vet. Their office visits
seem really high to me, but they were just so wonderful to me. After it
was done, the vet and the tech both said to just go on out the front since
they saw me getting my wallet out to pay. I am getting his ashes on
Thursday so they said to just take care of it then. I swear, my old vet
would have followed me out to the front and told the girls at the front
desk "she hasn't paid for the euthanasia yet." He has the bedside manner
of a barracuda. But anyway, that's it. My head is pounding from crying
so much so I am going to make myself a stiff drink now and piddle around
in my garden for a while. What a sad day.
Jamie
