man, that stinks dude. i grew up on a horse farm and when i left for the military at age 19 there were all told about 70 different animals. horses, dogs (along with untold quantities of puppies), cats, parrots, miniature donkeys, miniature horses, a few rabbits, and even a pet cow, not to mention the pet rooster.
during my time on the farm, we went through literally hundreds of animals, buying and selling the horses, the puppies, and all the stray things that somehow ended up in our barn, finding a warm bed, some food, and someone who cared.
its one thing to sell a horse or a puppy, but to lose one not by choice was always a total bummer. i guess the point is, it dosent matter how many you have, a piece of you always goes with the ones who, for one reason or another, move on without you.
when i finally settled down, i went to the pound and bought the most lonesome looking lab/beagle/??? dog youve ever seen. after all, 19 years of having that many animals around make you yearn for the companionship of an animal. (i threw that in to cover the cat lovers).
i had him for 3 too-short years. he was the best freakin dog i have ever had. long story short, some wise-@$$ neighbor decided George didnt deserve to live anymore and shot him in the neck. i cannot begin to describe the feelings of disbelief, shock, hurt, anger, rage, and overall sadness at losing the best friend i ever had (short of my wife).
basically, JJ is right. the best consolation that anyone can take out of a situation such as this is that they are indeed, in a better place, and at peace.
...probably happily bounding about somewhere chasing that dang neighbor cat that used to perturb them to no end
