Watery eyes here too. Womanly pat, hug if you want it. Been there…I think a lot of us have. Hope the ground wasn’t too hard to dig. If it helps, that’s the shell you are burying- Lily is Up There watching you mourn.
I’mma goin’ out to Gus’s stone to tell him (BIG Rotty/Lab, my SIL’s dog, our most recent grave) to show her around:)
I am so sorry. When I buried my first dog, I put some toys and a well-chewed slipper in with her so she wouldn’t be all alone.
hugs
Well, that made me cry.
I’m going out to get some groceries now. I’ll be back.
When one of my beloved dogs died, I went out into the yard with a beer and watched the night sky and imagined him romping and playing among the stars. Tugging on Orion’s Belt, playing tag with the Big Bear. I’m not religious or spiritualist by any means, but the thought of him playing around and having a good old time out there made me smile.
Maybe he’ll run into Lily, Leaffan. 
We’ve all been thru it a time or 2, but that doesn’t make it easy. Condolences and all for Lily. (That was my grandmother’s name)
I still grieve over the loss of Patches, a mixed breed dog in my backyard in 2003. The only outdoor dog I ever had. It was a neighbors and had always lived outside. I agreed to take care of her and she lived in my yard almost 10 years. One day she didn’t come up on my deck to eat. Finding her out in the yard was tough. I still get emotional thinking about it.
We bond so closely with pets and they give so much pleasure and comfort in return. Losing a pet is losing a part of ourselves.
My thoughts are with you Leaffan. I wish there was more to offer than my Condolences.
I’m sorry, leaffan. My sincere condolences to you and your daughter. 
I’m so sorry. Dogs are special friends. Their death leaves a big hole of sadness.
I’m so sorry for you and your family. It’s good that you are posting among virtual support.
“The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me?” ~ Sir Walter Scott
I feel your pain. We said goodbye to 14½-year-old Phyllis this summer, and though we knew the day would come, it was hard. Harder still was losing her younger sister Dottie 8 months earlier, the day before Thanksgiving, to a mystery illness. Naturally we had just bought a big bag of Dottie’s chow (Phyllis had a grain allergy and had her own food). Two days later I was emptying out her food bin so we could donate her chow to the shelter. I scooped and scooped, and every scoop represented several stolen days. She wasn’t even 12 yet, she was the younger one, and she wasn’t supposed to go first. I was a sodden mess by the time I got to the bottom of the bin. Getting verklempt even now, almost a year later.
Every dog that we have buried has been wrapped in one of Mr. S’s old sweatshirts, perhaps with a favorite toy. Our springers have all been cremated. I had a heart-shaped glass cremation pendant made with a little of Phyllis and Dottie’s ashes in it. Forever in and near my heart.
Rest well, Lily. You were loved.
Thank you.
Thank you all.
Hey, I’ve read my share of dead pet threads on here before, and have responded kindly to most, but until you go through it, you don’t really know how emotional it can be. We had a previous dog put down, and it was tough, but she was my ex’s dog and she only lived for like 7 years.
Lily was a dog I bought from a colleague when she was only a few months old, Lily, not Nancy. Nancy died of cervical cancer about 10 years ago. Lily has been with my (now disjointed) family for something like 14 years. That’s a long time in dog years!
She died here at the home she’s always known, as opposed to my ex’s townhouse in the city. I find comfort in that and she will find comfort in the back yard now. (I’m not religious or spiritual, but dammit, Lily is gonna rest in the back yard. And I find comfort in that.)
{{{Leaffan}}} I’m so sorry for your loss. Just know that Lily knew she was muched loved and lived a long, safe, warm, secure, and happy life because of you.
I’m so sorry.
I know how hard it is to lose them.
dust ,onions being chopped ,something sure has my eyes watering
When our Roxy bear passed, my wife and I were petting her as she laid there in her favorite chair. We promised her she’d always be with us. We have her cremains in our room and somehow they will be added to ours when we go. I might suggest you have her cremated and keep her with you, it helps with the loss. Dogs are family, and it’s really hard to lose one. I wish you the best.
My very deepest sympathies. I’m so sorry.
I’m so sorry.
Leaffan, I’m sorry for what you are going through. Been there, and will be there again because I love my critters wholeheartedly too.
A sunny spot in a meadow sounds wonderful.
So sorry for your loss.
An aunt of mine died recently. Her cat was very old, and had medical problems. So the cat was put to sleep when she died. cremated, and the remains places in a small urn that was tucked into my aunt’s casket.
Similarly, when I buried my first dog, I left his collar and tag on him. I wanted to make sure, should my parents’ property ever be sold, and his remains disturbed, that whoever found him knew he was a beloved pet. When he passed he was lying on one of my t-shirts. I put that with him, too, so he would know I would always love him.