I'll never have another dog that isn't a Dachshund. I look at puppies in the pet store, and none of them seem to have a fraction of the intelligence and personality that the Doxies do. And their eyes are so expressive.

 

Four days later, and I'm still expecting to see her sitting there outside the bathroom door (almost) patiently waiting for breakfast when I pull back the shower curtain in the morning. I walk in after work and have to fight the impulse to call out, "Where's my girl?" What I'd give to hear those little toenails click-clicking across the tile to greet me.

 

Thanks everyone, for understanding. It's comforting to be able to share the pain. Some of my coworkers look at dogs as some kind of home accessory, like you should just get another one to plug into the empty socket.

 

Their eyes are so very expressive and their ears too. You can tell what kinda mood they're in by the way their ears are. It's funny.

 

Not my Gretchen, but a perfect example of how a Doxie can melt your heart with a single look:

 

they sure can

 

 

I hope that little one grows into those ears!

 

They're so cute when they're puppies, all ears and feet.

 

Glamour Shot!    (Again, not Gretchen, but cute as all get out!)

 

 I got Gretchen back from the pet crematorium last night. I had prearranged the cremation, because she was originally my mother's dog. She was a great comfort to Mom when Dad passed away in 1997. I'm sure Gretchen felt the loss, too. Her little red face went totally white within a couple of months of Dad's passing, and she had just turned seven at the time.

 

When Mom had a double hip replacement in 2000/2001, she was unable to take care of Gretchen because she couldn't get down near floor level if she needed to, so I took her in and brought her to visit Mom as often as possible. Mom eventually remarried, and was living part-time in Kentucky. When Gretchen's heart problems started, I made the cremation arrangements, so if she went while Mom was away, I could keep her ashes and decide what to do with them once Mom returned, so she could have some closure.

Well, my step-dad passed last spring and Mom returned to Florida, so she's here now, and visited with Gretchen a month or so before she passed. She decided that I should go ahead with the cremation plans. She's thinking that since she won't stay at the homestead forever (she's turning 79 this month), she'd rather have Gretchen somewhere we can always visit, at the National Cemetery where my Dad is buried (he was an Air Force veteran of Korea). There is a wooded area 20-30 yards from his grave. We'll probably scatter her ashes in there. Another thought I had was that whenever Mom's time comes, I could put Gretchen's ashes with hers when she is buried with my father at the National Cemetary. I haven't brought it up yet, because I don't want to remind her of her own mortality while she's grieving this loss.

 

 

she grew into them a bit Shadow.

 

Beautiful! 

 

 

thanks pal

 

I was thinking of you and started this thread,

 

 

you must be gone for the day though so I posted the link here. I'm thinking about getting another doxie for Bosco so she has a friend.

The more the merrier! 

 

This looks just like Gretchen in her younger days.

 

 

 

^ Just posting that here for future reference. These threads tend to drop off the face of MSN a lot slower than the General ones. :)

 

I just love the look of that little doxie's rear-end bouncing along as he runs. She used to have that same kind of hop when she was in a hurry.

that commercial give me a warm fuzzy feeling.   lol

<BIG HUG>