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No more drinking.

That does not honor your friend. It is self destructive, and you wouldn't like your loved ones to do that, would you?

Don't double the tragedy. Hate on me if you wish. Stop drinking.

The drinking and valium are giving you no relief yet because they're not going to do that at all. You know they will, in fact, make the suffering worse and last longer. You are punishing yourself with the booze, not looking for relief with the booze. You don't deserve punishment. You are loved, and you deserve love.

I knew she was a terrier; I deserve nothing.

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Don't beat yourself up because Autumn's instincts took over. She loved you for all these years; you deserved every ounce of that love for all the caring you showed her in return.

You owe your late dog to feel every moment of grief to its fullest. You shouldn't steamroll over your feelings. They are worthwhile, and a part of life.

Without the down, there is no up.

OK, I’ll bite. You loved Autumn and it’s all your fault.
Then don’t you think you owe her more than getting fucked up so you can forget about her. That’s what you’re doing, not punishing yourself, just dishonoring her.

So straightened the fuck out and do something in her memory. Volunteer at a shelter, do something good for the community, stop being selfish. :mad:

Pay no attention to the poster above, he is bitter scorned. You have the right to deal with this any way you want to pensive Trilby.

Take care of yourself. Hurting yourself won't fix anything.

Dogs live shorter lives than humans so it is almost inevitable that they will die before we do. Grieving is healthy, but hurting yourself doing it isn't.

Dogs and landlords: if people aren't killing one, they're killing the other.

Y'know I've had dogs pretty much my whole life. Barring a short spell as a kid and another spell in my 20s I've been around dogs.

In that time, and across several dogs I have experienced so many close shaves. The times one of them has got out and got into the road or seen a rabbit on the walk and vanished into the distance after it.

One time, as we were coming back from the woods, as the path brought us out onto the lane, Pilau saw a landrover and he was off. In an instant he was off, chasing and trying to herd it. By pure luck, that car was already slowed because they were looking for a particular house that they were visiting. But it clipped him and he was very fortunate not to be seriously injured.

Or the time he ran off after a rabbit and went over a cliff edge. Again, very lucky to survive without serious and immediate injury.

Carrot has gone flying into the road on several occasions: lke when I opened the door to take a parcel deliveryand he ran sytraight out, pastt he guy and through the open gate into the lane. Mere seconds after I got him back in a boy racer in a souped up hatchback zoomed past the gate at about twice the speed limit.

They were close shaves. Every single one of them was, in theory, entirely preventable. But nobody is 100%. Nobody. Not even the best and most experienced dog owners (like my mum for instance) are 100%. Just not possible.

If that incident with Carrot in the lane had gone badly wrong, and I'd had to come in here and make that post: what would you say to me? You'd tell me it wasn't my fault, and that I hadn't let him down. And you'd be right. No matter how much the guilt settled onto me, you'd be right.

Autumn was your girl. And she would be appalled to see you suffer so.

I miss her so. I just went to the bathroom and she always came with me to guard me from the underwear gnomes...

...thank you, everyone for your kind words and wisdom.

i'lll be in my bed for the next few days.

I loved you Autumn.