Whoah... Nighthawk, that's a lot... Sorry buddy! *Huggles*
It reminds me of my daddy's stories. He went through about five dogs from the time he was a baby to the time he was eight. Lemme think...
Two were afgan hounds. One was a nervous wreck, so they got rid of it, and the other... I forgot about the other, but there was something wrong with it too. I don't remember the rest of the dogs, but there were a lot.
Also he had cats, even though he's allergic to them. Two died from distemper, a nasty brain disease (If I know my animal diseases.) He stayed up with them all night while they howled in pain, and in the morning they were as stiff as a board.
One died falling off a roof, another ran away, another was poisoned, another was killed by the neighbor's dogs, etc, etc. Cat after cat.
Finally he got Tessie, a supposed "German shepard pure breed", although it more resembled a golden retriever. They kept that dog, though it had epilepsy (sp?) and had seizures. Tessie sounds like the sweetest dog (He got her when he was eight), and I think that may be one reason my dad's getting us a new dog. He wants us to experiance it.

My loss was not much compared to some of yours... I'm sure Daisy will go to a new home. One that's better for her. But life seems so empty, like there's a big hole. Everyone's... quiet. I walk into my kitchen and Daisy isn't jumping on my leg, sliding down it with her claws digging into my leg. She's not barking in the morning. She's not demanding to go outside just to try and kill Polo. Oh, yes. Polo. I consider him a pet. Polo is from a bunny litter that was in our front yard (I could tell him apart from the rest because of a big white splotch on his forehead). We sent the rest to the woods so they wouldn't destroy our yard, but we kept Polo because he ran away so fast. They all could fit in the palm of your hand and just sat there. Soft as anything. Polo's name comes from Marco Polo, of course. Because he's an explorer! Anyway, Daisy, being a beagle, would bark at him and go wild on her lease trying to reach Polo, though I wouldn't budge. Polo, on the other hand, just sat there, staring. He didn't bother to move. And then, when he felt like it, he'd flash his little white tail and hope across the yard to stare at Daisy. She'd go even more wild, barking and panting and howling. Polo just sat there. I'll miss that ._.

But I think I'm okay now. I've lost a dog before. Jack. We only had him for three weeks, and even though I'll never forget him, I got over it. And I know I'll get over Daisy.

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