PairOfBoxers
Boxer Pal
I lost my dear Boxer, Dakota, on November 9th, 2006. He was my first Boxer and the first dog I owned as an adult- one that was all mine and not my parent's dog. I got him the day I graduated from college and moved out on my own.
When he died, at almost 12 years of age, I was beside myself with grief. I cried for almost 2 days straight. I still cry periodically as I think of him.
One thing that helped me, and I share it in the hope that it may help you as well, was writing his life story. I sat down whenever I had a free moment for almost 2 weeks and wrote about all the adorable, cute, and quirky things Dakota did. I poured all of my fond memories onto paper. This was so cathartic for me. It assured me that Dakota would not be forgotten and it reminded me of the good times. Thinking of all of the great memories helped me to think of him as he was vital and alive instead of remembering the end.
I hope this helps. I think there is a lot of value in sharing the memories of our beloved babies. Even though they make me cry, I enjoy hearing about your furbabies that are now playing at the rainbow bridge.
When he died, at almost 12 years of age, I was beside myself with grief. I cried for almost 2 days straight. I still cry periodically as I think of him.
One thing that helped me, and I share it in the hope that it may help you as well, was writing his life story. I sat down whenever I had a free moment for almost 2 weeks and wrote about all the adorable, cute, and quirky things Dakota did. I poured all of my fond memories onto paper. This was so cathartic for me. It assured me that Dakota would not be forgotten and it reminded me of the good times. Thinking of all of the great memories helped me to think of him as he was vital and alive instead of remembering the end.
I hope this helps. I think there is a lot of value in sharing the memories of our beloved babies. Even though they make me cry, I enjoy hearing about your furbabies that are now playing at the rainbow bridge.