Our Nugget was a mixed retriever who just died yesterday. I never thought I would feel such a deep pain. I am still looking for him on his bed and I've called to him a few times when he hasn't met me at the door today. I can almost hear his sighs next to my bed when I nap or sleep. I can't bear to see his favorite toys laying around the house. I took a walk in the woods near our home and everything seemed less alive, less interesting without him. I wasn't ready for this. It was supposed to be pancreatitis which can be cured in most circumstances. The vet said she suspected cancer too. And his muscles were wasting away. I miss that soft, furry head. Oh what an intelligent dog as well, my first dog.
I don't think I could bear to have another dog. . . I would just think of Nugget. Please, how do I get over this?