Oh damn.

What is there to say?  Just give The Lad a big sad hug for me.  Same for Terry, the Peepster’s other best buddy.  Abbie probably isn’t in that much need of emotional support, but pass my condolences along to her as well.

No matter how many times we go through it with pets, it never gets any easier.

I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry for your loss.

Sorry to hear your news. I’ve had two dogs die under my care, and in both cases, I was much more heartbroken than my kids. I guess it’s better that way.

I send my condolences as well ... it’s SO hard to loose a beloved pet. 

I’m sorry...such a tiny dog for such a big disease.  RIP Peepster.

My condolences to you and the lad on your loss.

so, so sorry. hugs and good thoughts out to you and the lad.

awe.  sorry.  I have had a dog and two cats die over the years.  It’s never easy.

OH Sweetie, I am so,so sorry! He will be grately missed!

OH Sweetie, I am so,so sorry! He will be so missed! Hugs to every one for me.

how the heck did that happen? Did a typo, changed it, and they both posted?

Thanks everyone. It’s pretty quiet around here let me tell you. That little guy generated a lot of energy and activity. Terry is very lost. She and the lad bunked together last night. The two lonely hearts seemed to get a lot of comfort from each other. She’s been sticking pretty close to me all day today. I sent the lad to Boston with his friends this morning. They came to collect him after running practice and whisked him off to cheer him up.

Meanwhile, I’ve been off line for the day. Somehow, someway a couple of really bad viruses found their way in to my computer, (despite the virus programs) and started trying to do mass mailings and other forms of hijacking. These things are really written to resist being removed. Things appear to be clean now, anyway. I’d like to meet one of these virus writers face to face sometime. What a colossal waste of time it is getting rid of their creativity.

only here for a second, but wanted to add my sad face to everyone else’s.  It’s such a hard thing and so sad.  I truly am sorry.

Thanks, Cyn. I’m trying to keep lots of background noise going. It is very quiet around here, as I said. I miss the little guy terribly. He was a perpetual ray of sunshine in this house. He never seemed to have an off day. Always happy and always bouncy. When I came home from running a couple of errands, I thought how much I didn’t enjoy coming home today. The vacuum is quite awful.

Yes, his dance of joy at seeing someone come in the door—tail whipping about, toenails clacking on the floor, little grunts of happiness, gnawing on proffered fingers—won’t soon be forgotten.

Heartfelt condolences to you and the lad.  Little Peeps was certainly proof that wonderful things can come in tiny packages. As can loads of entertainment value for those who only knew him through your blog.  I know that I’m not the only reader who is going to miss reading your Peeps tales.

Thank you, Eleanor. I wish now that I had recorded more stories for my own future recollections. And pictures. I never took many pictures of him for some reason. Partly because he never sat still long enough. I miss the little fellow to the depth of my marrow. It always surprises me how deeply they work their way into our hearts. Far more than is even apparent when they are here. And what is even more apparent is how affected Terry is by his absence. She is so lost and lonely. She knows he’s gone for good. She won’t even go near her bed now. It’s too lonely. She and her people have a irreplacable bond, of course, but she and her little buddy were attached at the hip. I’m so sorry for her.

[Terry] and her little buddy were attached at the hip

Metaphorical, I know.  And truer than true in that sense. 

But I can’t help cracking just a bit of a smile at the image of a chihuahua suspended in mid-air, hanging from the hip of a greyhound.

Most of the time, he was perched on top of her hip. His favorite place to sleep. Well, now Terry’s alternating between being attached to the lad’s hip and mine. Last night she slept with the lad again for most of the night. I wandered in a couple of times and covered her up since the air conditioner was pouring cold air on top of her. Then in the early AM she came in and snuggled up against me. As close as she could get. Abbie isn’t too excited about that whole new development.