Do dogs cry?

I am not sure, I think so although. Today my dearest Bear crossed over to rainbow bridge, it wasn't planned these things never are it just comes up and blindsides you. Our tears though they still fall from our cheeks have started to slow to a more reasonable pace.

But our pack, his pack, is more subdued tonight, Muddles usually active and vocal was unusually quiet and in search of him I found him, curled up in a bed with only his head under the covers his eyes pressed tightly together. Sully knew of course this morning long before any one else there was something wrong, I walked passed him in the kitchen, as he lay alongside Bear his large legs thrown gently across Bear in a warm and protective way, the same as when Rupert passed. Bear was already growing cold and Sully worked diligently to warm him on this grey snowy day. Zeus has spent the day next to Alex, no animated romping just calming stillness and comfort he gives to my child. Hoagie wanders aimlessly as if something in his life was/is amiss. Jazz subdued just lays on the couch and stares out the window. Cinnamon passes a chipmunk and makes no notice of it. Fuzzy is here somewhere curled tightly under a pillow. My sweet husband David quiet and hurt I cant help his pain it was his dog more then anyone elses, I wish I could erase it I can't.

So do they cry and hurt, I think yes just as much as we do. I know and believe this much although, tonight my gentle Bear is laying in the sun in the grass with Rupert and all my other puppies that have gone before. No longer does he feel the throb of arthritis, the loneliness of sight loss or deafness, he in breathing deeply and freely tonight for the first time in a long time.

I miss you Bear so very much.

Deepest Thanks to all the wonderful doctors and nurses at East Gate Animal Hospital, especially Roncy, Dr. Good and Nancy who sat with me as old Bear crossed over that last bridge.

I know, remember he is not gone, just gone ahead.