Gus

My dog Gus died last Monday, the 12th.  He was a full-sized Pomeranian.  Poms live a long time. He was almost 18 years old. 

Those who love dogs always think that their dog is the best dog that ever lived. That's how I felt about Gus. He was my friend. I don't say “my friend” often or lightly, but Gus was a true friend. 

We got him when he was a puppy. He was with us for a long time. He was part of my life, and now that part is gone. To say that it hurts and that I miss him is an understatement. 

Our veterinary clinic, and others close to me, have suggested that I get another dog. If I do, I can't call the dog a “replacement dog.” No other dog could ever replace Gus. It wouldn't be fair to the new dog to expect him to take the place of Gus. I'm going to wait until I get my feelings sorted out before I think about getting another dog. 

I don't know what it is about dogs. They work their way into your heart.  Then, when it’s time for them to go, it breaks your heart to have to say goodbye. I don't know if I want to let myself in for this kind of pain again. 

I am grateful to God for sending Gus into my life. He was a blessing.