Limb Hanger wrote:My Chocolate Labs name is Mel (Mellow); she had just turned 6. Through her short life Mel has made many more friends than I, and is loved by all. Mel and I did almost everything together; she is the love of my life.
Oh that hurts so bad, my eyes are all watery sympathizing with you. I lost my dog & best friend Archie when he was 6 - some 30 years ago, liver disease caused by an infection transferred to him by insects either mosquitoes or ticks.
The pain of loss seared so bad I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life; I did not get another dog until last year, Vic the turkey dog. Oh, the family had a dog or 3 all that time, but I kept them at arms length or more to make sure I would never feel that pain again. Over all those years I immersed myself in hunting were you did not use a dog. Even when my son got his springer, I taught him to train but since I never dealt with my pain I did not enjoy being afield, so I turned away and went back to deer hunting.
Looking back, the odd thing is I came from a long line of dog men, losing a dog was not new, I understood it to be part of the deal. Perhaps it was the early loss, age 6 is the prime...
I tell you this, just in case; and I recommend after a period of mourning, you and your wife get another dog. Just do not make my 30 year mistake.