each other. I lost my perfect cocker spaniel, Barney, before Christmas. He was 18, but it was still very hard for me. His ``sister,'' Sheena, was very unhappy. Dogs definitely grieve. One night, when I was feeling desperate about how she was behaving, I impulsively called about another blond, male cocker that I had seen up for adoption last summer. Of course, that dog had long been placed. But, the person in dog rescue that I called, who has since become a friend, told me about another little dog that was really in trouble. His owner, an elderly lady, had died and his adoptive home was not working out. He was afraid of men and the man who adopted him was threatening to have him euthanized.
I did not act impulsively, but talked to friends in dog rescue and my vet and this little dog's vet. I was told that it stood a good chance of working since my Sheena preferred little dogs, a male and female was the best combination and this little guy had spent his entire life with his biological sister who was placed separately. He was looking for a leader. I was also told to have the dogs meet on neutral territory.
It could not have worked out better. I thought it could work in time, but they bonded immediately. The very first night he was sleeping with Sheena on her bed. He looked to her for everything, ran to her when was scared, imitated her every behavior. I thought I had found a happy ending for both of them. He had found the sister he had lost, and me.
Then my Sheena got sick. She was diagnosed with two malignancies in April. I tried everything, as I do with all my animals. She received acupuncture, herbs and was on a special anti-cancer diet. I had to take her little friend to all her appointments, as well. He couldn't be without her. It was not enough and I have lost her.
When I got her ready to take her to the vet for the last time, I placed her on her bed, which I had washed. My little guy ran to her and sniffed her. When she didn't respond to him, he began licking her paws. It ripped my heart out.
It is still very hard for him, as he is so very lost. He tries to run to her and she's not there. Anyone who doesn't believe that dogs have feelings or form relationships should have seen my two.
Sorry to have gone on; I guess I was reacting to the post that said dogs aren't smart. I have had cats, as well. Sometime I must tell you about my perfect cat. She was named Rhiannon.
Here are my dogs, Meneken and Sheena, in better times: