Oh, I’m so sorry. 
His time was short, but he was well loved while he was here. And I’m sure he’ll always have a special corner of your heart.
Good night, sweet puppy. We’re all so sorry that you couldn’t stay longer.
I’m so sorry. That’s making me well up. Give your other puppy extra scritches tonight. I’ll do the same for mine.
{{(hugs)}}
I’m so terribly sorry.
Hugs to you.
Oh fuck no.
Darn.
Very sorry to hear that - he was a lucky dog to own such good people. My condolences to you.
So sorry for your loss…
I’m so sorry.
Remember that the end, he knew his pack loved him.
Can’t ask for more than that.
Oh dear…I’m so sorry to hear that. Vibes to you and your family.
My condolences. It never gets easier, but it does hurt less over time.
Oh no. My thoughts are with you, TMINC.
Oh, crap! So sorry.
I’m so sorry, TMINC. I know how badly you must be hurting right now. My thoughts are with you.
I’m so sorry. My thoughts are with you.
Crap. My cats and I will think about the puppy, and I’ll give them extra hugs in Jerry’s honor.
I hope this makes you feel better - a performance of Leonard Bernstein’s Elegy for Mippy II that I found on YouTube. Mippy II was a dog that Bernstein’s brother, Burtie, had for many years. The foot tapping is supposed to be in there, BTW - it represents Mippy’s lazyness.
Best wishes.
Sorry to hear it. At least he was loved while he was here. Vent if you need to.
A short life can still be a good one and you gave him a happy place while he was here. Condolences from one who has been there and probably will be again.
As you can imagine, today has been a hard day. Thanks for all of your well wishes and kind thoughts.
He really was the sweetest puppy. He was destined to be big, as at 12 weeks he was already much larger than most dogs of his breed and age (even on that special large breed diet that keeps them from growing too fast). He had a bunch of nicknames, like Bubbylou, Ears, Stubborn and Fuzzycist. He earned the last nickname by figuring out how to leverage himself onto the porch when he was too small to get up on his own. He would put his front paws on the porch, and wait for one of us to put our hand behind his head. He’d push back against our hand, lifting his back legs off the ground, allowing him to scramble the rest of the way up. It was such a cute habit, and we always wondered whether he’d do the same thing when he was big (at the higher sections of the porch).
If I l pretended to fall down, he would run over and attack me, mainly by chewing on my ponytail and trying to drag me to safety. If I stayed put, he’d eventually curl up on my back, happy to settle in for a snooze. He had finally learned the art of taking treats gently, and was almost to the point of letting me balance treats on his nose and waiting. He was in the middle of leash training, but really hated it with a passion.
He loved to lie on the porch and use Zappa as a pillow, or vice versa. I couldn’t wait to find out if Zappa would eventually use him as a bed when Jerry Lee was full sized. He never could quite figure out why the cats were such funny looking dogs, or why the male cat got so annoyed whenever he sniffed his crotch. He learned quickly just to leave the girl cat alone.
I mourn the loss of a faithful companion, a dog that I loved fiercely and completely. I am sad that Zappa is suddenly alone, without his safari partner to traipse around the yard with. I grieve for all the things we’ll never know about Jerry Lee, and all the things we’ll never be able to do with him. Perhaps the thing I mourn the most is the fact that we have so few memories of him, and yet those few are so precious to me. I can only hope that he had an idea of how much he meant to us, and what a treasured part of our lives he was.
Oh, thank you for the stories about Jerry Lee. He sounds like a real treasure. I hope you can comfort yourself knowing that he had a fabulous time with you.
Do you have any pictures to share? Mr. S lost a puppy about Jerry’s age, not long after I met him, and he still regrets not having any pictures of little Newton. At least he still has Newton’s chew marks on his leather high school diploma case. 
We think Newton may have been a little mental because he was taken from his mother at 6 weeks.
For me it has always been a balm to find a successor to a lost friend. Perhaps some day soon you may meet another little fuzzy to spoil in Jerry Lee’s honor. Maybe call him Lewis.
Ah, those crazy pups. They’re thieves and swindlers. First they steal our hearts, and then one day break them.
Peace to you.