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/co/mrade here.
I know the pain all too well.
I grew up with a retriever/chow named Buzzy. I was supposed to go to the pound to pick out a puppy for my birthday, but we got snowed in hard. The very next morning, my mother hears this whining outside, and when she opens the door, there was this beautiful little pup there! It was like she always knew, "I'm home! This is where I belong."
I did everything with that dog for thirteen wonderful years-- including diggin' up the back yard. She could even play hide-n-go-seek using your scent.
Then there was Samson, this giant dark grey tiger-cat, and the most GAR creature I ever had the honor of meeting. From a kitten he was a fighter, and he had a scar clear across his nose for most of his adult life. He passed on last year after his final battle.
I think he knew it was his time. He went pretty peacefully, gave me a bear hug around the neck.... I was crying into his fur, but he was just....smiling. Telling me to move on and fight the good fight.
May the lost dogs, cats, and all our animal companions live on eternally in our hearts.
Lenny, Ranger, Henry, Koko, Buzzy, and Samson-- we salute you! We'll never, ever forget you!
......Dammit, I'm crying so hard right now.....
