We lost an 18 year old Bichon a couple of years ago. We were emotional for a while around here. We had him cremated. On the day I was to pick up his remains I was doing an appraisal in Plant City, 15 miles from where we live. On my way back home I pulled behind a van that had a Pet Crematory sign on its side. I wondered if it was my little guy coming back home. I followed the van to the vet where he died. It was him. I like to say I escorted him back home. My wife said never again. None of us wanted to feel that pain again. But as things go, she was in the Pet store picking up some dog food for our daughters dog when she made eye contact with a little havanese puppy that was just waiting for her. She came home and we thought about it for a couple of weeks and went back to the store to see if he was still there. He was, so we decided to get him.
If our Bichon was our son, this little dog is our grandson. We love this little one in ways we did not know we could. We figure our Bichon is looking down from Doggie Heaven and thinking "WTH, I never got to sleep in your bed" I think we love this dog in a different way because of how much we miss our first and don't want to miss a day of the joy that he brings.
Sorry for your loss CBS88. I wish you all the best. Whatever dog you may get in the future will benefit from the love and the time you had of Hope. Good Luck
