Its been 2 months

... since the death of the puppies.
Reading my old journals and posts makes me feel so hollow inside. When we had visitors the other weekend mum was explaining the situation to them. I went to my room and cried for half an hour.
It's still such a devastating loss. Last time we only lost 4 puppies, and were left with 6 amazing beautiful golden labradors, one which we kept and still have now - he's stupid and blunders around but he's significant to us - he made it through the first lot.
Sometimes when I hang out washing I look up the back of our garden and think about where dad buried Lailah. It was such a beautiful name, and she was such a beautifl dog.

In light of Katie's recent tragic loss of her dog, all this sadness was aroused, all the emptiness, all the anger. I feel so horrible for her. She had her dog for 15 years. I love Katie so much, I hate that she's hurting.

I just hate death.
I hate it.
I hate God for taking lives.
I know its natural order but its just not fair.
It's never the right time to die.
No one should have to suffer the loss of death.
I hate it.

i've never lost a pet, but my grandma lost her dog, tess.
she'd had her for YEARS, raised several litters of puppies from her, etc.
she was really beautiful and so gentle, after one of her puppies terrified me aged 9 months (who belonged to my cousin and died last year, we all cried then too), i've been frightened of dogs, but she was just so sweet i couldn't be, aged six.
another of her puppies who my grandparents looked after died too, she was called holly as well.

i'm so sorry shal and katie i don't know what i'd do without one or other of my pets.

i'd send one to you if i thought it'd help ._. but they're a cat and a rabbit and one, i'd miss them, two, they wouldn't bring your pets back and three, you have other pets that might eat them.