When they return home, some people automatically acknowledge their presence; even pets joyfully run to their master, wagging their tails in greeting…


When Roman returns home from work each day, the first thing he does is look up at the window because his dog Toby is always waiting for him. This endearing and predictable behavior lasted eleven years.

“He entered my life when he was two,” Roman explained. ” The first time I saw him, he threw up on my living room carpet as soon as my partner placed him there” (it was her canine). For the first few months, we didn’t get along. I like tykes, but this is a child’s bone. He was constantly seeking attention. He desired to be in your company. I had a difficult time getting along with a dog. This intelligence has such a distinct personality and perspective. I’ve been causing problems since that day. He felt the same way. We were the closest musketeers, so when my partner and I split up, she got to keep the apartment, and I got to keep Toby. He was ten years old at the time.”

Roman, who now helps run a medium-sized carrier company, was an optometrist who worked 8-10 hours a day. ” He was aware of my arrival time and had a good sense of it. He’d be by the door and in the window. I could hear him whimpering in delight outside before I even entered. He’d also try to jump on me and master my face, and he was nothing but pure, unadulterated excitement.”

On the other hand, Roman recently had to deal with a difficult situation. Toby, his long-term companion, had pss because he was old and sick. The once cheerful neighbour who eagerly awaited his return has vanished from his window. “When Roman returns home from work each day, the first thing he does is look up at the window because his dog Toby is always waiting for him. This endearing and predictable behavior lasted eleven years.” So we said our goodbyes and drove him to the veterinarian. This was the most challenging decision I’ve ever had to make, and it still haunts me four months later as if it happened yesterday.”


I carried my dog’s body out of the vet’s office in a black plastic bag when I lost her. Because she was a German Shepherd, the bag was quite large. People waiting for appointments lowered their heads and pulled their pets closer to them as I carried it in front of me and strolled down the hall. We try to forget about the inevitable, probably for the best. But, no matter how we feel about it, the day will come when we must say our final goodbyes. It’s never simple. I recall digging a hole in a dark forest during the winter when the ground was hard, and I could barely scratch it. I remember carefully lowering a box into the hole and clinging to it with my hands, refusing to let go. But I had no choice. Roman from Chicago did as well. Toby, his best friend, died recently. Roman shared photos of Toby waiting for him to return home from work as a way to cope with his grief, and they perfectly captured their strong bond….

 

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