My wonderful girl went peacefully to sleep in my arms on 9th October 2007. She was 15 years old which is half as much again as a cocker spaniels usual life expectancy, so we've had a bonus time together.
She wasn't in pain, but she was so very tired, and I know she's happy, and healthy now. Poor girl was blind and deaf, but now she can see and hear again. As one of my dear friends said, she's giving the others a run for their money at the Rainbow Bridge with her appealing dark brown eyes and ever-wagging tail.
I've read Crystal Dragons post about pet bereavement, and the wonderful verses in there, thank you. I'm crying buckets of tears again, but as I live alone who's to see the red eyes and mountain of tissues?
Sophie and I had a fabulous life together. She was 18 months old when I found her advertised in a pet shop. I was her 4th owner, and promised her she'd never be ill treated again, and she'd live with me until "that" time came. Poor confused girl had a few problems which we sorted out, and she's been the most loyal, loving companion ever since.
I miss her to bits, and I still talk to her. Being deaf in later life she never took any notice, so I get as much of a response now she's gone as I did then.
People have said I should get another dog, but I can't. The pain of losing Soph is just too much to contemplate replacing her.
We'll be together again some day, I know it.