I am allergic to cats and dogs. I have two Himalayans, they are brothers. Their names are Neiman and Saks. I never thought I would own a cat, ever in my life, much less two. They are 12 now.
When my last dog died, a Golden Retriever, Jake, who lived to be 15, I thought I was going to die. Friends brought me two other dogs and it just didn't work.
I had another dog, Lily who lived to be 17. She died four or five years before Jake. All I can say is that she was a black and brown dog, but a wonderful black and brown dog. She definitely let Jake know she was his boss and he grieved for her when she died. I was still married then and we weren't planning to stay in that house, so we had her buried in a casket in the backyard. Poor Jake would go out in the backyard and stand at her grave and just hold his head down. It was so sad.
My vet was kind enough to come to my home and put both of them to sleep when their time came and I held them in my arms.
Carla