Well, I know how you feel. Ive had 2 of my dogs taken away from me.
My 1st one, Dakota, was a Siberian Husky. She was a pretty good dog, but she had seizures often. The pills she took made her pretty angry/temperamental, and she bit my brother and had to be put to sleep. I had her from when i was born to like 7 years old.
More recently, maybe 5 months ago, I got another dog, Sasha. She was a Black Lab German Shepard Mix. She was a very very nervous dog. She was scared of everything, and everyone, except for me. I loved her to death. But she always went to the bathroom in the house. Once she became less scared of my other Dog, Abby, she wanted to "assert her dominance". According to the vet. Because they were 2 females etc.. So Sasha was biting Abby, and they kept fighting, and we had to get rid of Sasha. I was devastated.
From personal experience, I believe that Death is much easier to handle, and comprehend then loss. When Dakota died, sure i cried, but I got over it sooner, maybe because of my age, but it was easier. When I lost Sasha, I cried some, not as much, but I felt horrible. And i still do feel bad, because you have to wonder if they got a new home. Because Sasha was my baby, I was like her father. And she was taken away, and I never heard anything after. They could've put her to sleep, or they could be abusing her. It kills me sometimes.
I do know how you feel, and I can say it gets easier as the days go by. Whenever something tragic in my life happens, my life tends to speed up for a bit. Example...My Dad died in January, and that was 5 Months ago. It's felt like maybe 2 weeks, and It's kind of weird at first.
Finally, I'll leave you with what one of my friends said that REALLY helped me .."When someone dies, I believe its because they had a lesson to teach. And once the lesson is taught, they pass on." (It was something like this.)
My 1st one, Dakota, was a Siberian Husky. She was a pretty good dog, but she had seizures often. The pills she took made her pretty angry/temperamental, and she bit my brother and had to be put to sleep. I had her from when i was born to like 7 years old.
More recently, maybe 5 months ago, I got another dog, Sasha. She was a Black Lab German Shepard Mix. She was a very very nervous dog. She was scared of everything, and everyone, except for me. I loved her to death. But she always went to the bathroom in the house. Once she became less scared of my other Dog, Abby, she wanted to "assert her dominance". According to the vet. Because they were 2 females etc.. So Sasha was biting Abby, and they kept fighting, and we had to get rid of Sasha. I was devastated.
From personal experience, I believe that Death is much easier to handle, and comprehend then loss. When Dakota died, sure i cried, but I got over it sooner, maybe because of my age, but it was easier. When I lost Sasha, I cried some, not as much, but I felt horrible. And i still do feel bad, because you have to wonder if they got a new home. Because Sasha was my baby, I was like her father. And she was taken away, and I never heard anything after. They could've put her to sleep, or they could be abusing her. It kills me sometimes.
I do know how you feel, and I can say it gets easier as the days go by. Whenever something tragic in my life happens, my life tends to speed up for a bit. Example...My Dad died in January, and that was 5 Months ago. It's felt like maybe 2 weeks, and It's kind of weird at first.
Finally, I'll leave you with what one of my friends said that REALLY helped me .."When someone dies, I believe its because they had a lesson to teach. And once the lesson is taught, they pass on." (It was something like this.)
I know what it feels like to lose pets. I've lost 3 cats, a dog, and a spinifer(scorpion looking spider thingy).
My first cat I called Ina. I only had her for 2.5 years until she was savagely attacked by a raccoon. She used to accompany me to school while I walked, and had never clawed/bitten me ever. In the last moments of our time together, When I was trying to see what had happened, the second I was about to go over the wound, she clawed me for the first time since I got her.
My other cat, Jimmeh(yes, with the eh at the end.) I had for 4 years after ina died. This one was just brutal. He used to climb up trees and kill birds and squirrels. One day he got stuck up in a TALL tree in my backyard, and was too afraid to jump down. A week later, it managed to get down, and I fed him practically everything he wanted. One time he managed to get outside when I was taking the trash out, went missing for 4 weeks and came back completely beaten, bloody, and had lacerations everywhere. He got put to sleep within 4 hours, it was expected he would die by the next day.
My other cat, Stella, I had for half a year, I adopted her, but was never informed she had colon cancer. After I figured it out, she was put to sleep as to not be in pain. I always thought something was wrong because she hated being picked up or having stuff touch her stomach.
My dog, Lessi, she had a heartattack at 2, only had her for about 1 year and a half. She was the best dog I've ever owned. She had a heart disease.
My nameless spinifer, he died after 3 years, considering thats its lifespan.
Good luck dealing with your loss.
My first cat I called Ina. I only had her for 2.5 years until she was savagely attacked by a raccoon. She used to accompany me to school while I walked, and had never clawed/bitten me ever. In the last moments of our time together, When I was trying to see what had happened, the second I was about to go over the wound, she clawed me for the first time since I got her.
My other cat, Jimmeh(yes, with the eh at the end.) I had for 4 years after ina died. This one was just brutal. He used to climb up trees and kill birds and squirrels. One day he got stuck up in a TALL tree in my backyard, and was too afraid to jump down. A week later, it managed to get down, and I fed him practically everything he wanted. One time he managed to get outside when I was taking the trash out, went missing for 4 weeks and came back completely beaten, bloody, and had lacerations everywhere. He got put to sleep within 4 hours, it was expected he would die by the next day.
My other cat, Stella, I had for half a year, I adopted her, but was never informed she had colon cancer. After I figured it out, she was put to sleep as to not be in pain. I always thought something was wrong because she hated being picked up or having stuff touch her stomach.
My dog, Lessi, she had a heartattack at 2, only had her for about 1 year and a half. She was the best dog I've ever owned. She had a heart disease.
My nameless spinifer, he died after 3 years, considering thats its lifespan.
Good luck dealing with your loss.
Hoss.
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