Dogs do mourn

There are many famous stories of dog’s mourning the loss of loved ones. I remember the statue of a dog in Scotland. I wikkied the story and here it is:

Greyfriars Bobby was a Skye Terrier who became known in 19th-century Edinburgh for purportedly spending 14 years guarding the grave of his owner, John Gray (Old Jock), until he died himself on 14 January 1872.[1] A year later, Lady Burdett-Coutts had a statue and fountain erected at the southern end of the George IV Bridge to commemorate him. (Taken from: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greyfriars_Bobby)

Gemi mourned for Loki. She would sit and cry and cry and cry, and I felt so bad that I got her Hailey.

Hailey is mourning as well. She is not as dramatic as my princess was, but she does spend time walking around the house whining. Every time we come in from a walk, she desperately searches the house. She has also been calmer than usual, although the past 24 hours she has shown more signs of being ready to play. Let’s hope she adjusts to this only dog world (I am not mentally prepared to get her a friend yet, if ever!)

Needing some love