Do we ever truly get over their loss?
by Mary Jo
My Pyr died at the young age of 7, of heart disease, brought on by 3 years of steroids given to manage her Addison's disease, which she developed at age 3 and a half. I could recount all the ways this beloved dog lit up my life with love and laughter, in her sweet and gentle way, but anyone who has ever loved a Pyr knows exactly what I mean.
In retrospect, my Anabel was a very special gift from God, for which I will be forever grateful. It's been 7 months, now, and barely a day has gone by that I haven't shed tears for her loss. I've moved on, recently, with a new little pup,(though not a Pyr, not at this point.) I can say I've loved dogs for all of my 66 years, but I don't think I'll ever get over my Anabel.
My point? If you ever have one in your own life, you can consider yourself truly blessed, no matter how many or few the days (or years) you have together. She was my angel.