There is no doubt, that when two dogs are close, and one dies, the other feels saddened by the loss.
When I was sixteen, I had a Dalmatian named Jake. A few years later I got an adult German short hair named Buck from the pound. They became close friends, and we hiked daily in the hills together. A year later, Buck ingested something and went into convulsions, slipped into a coma, and died three days later. I buried Buck on the hill behind our house, but I forgot to show Jake that Buck was gone. Jake grew incredibly sad and a week later, he disappeared and never came back. I scoured the woods and hills and called all the animal shelters in the area, but there was no sign of Jake. I never saw him again. In a few short weeks, I had lost both my dogs and felt empty.
Now in my forties, I’ve gone through the same thing again with my two large Airedales. Jimmy passed away leaving his brother Will alone. However, this time I kept Will in the same room while Jimmy succumbed to lymphoma after an eight-month battle. After Jimmy breathed his last breath and I stopped crying and composed myself enough, I let Will come forward, who was watching with concern the entire time. Will licked Jimmy’s ear and head for about fifteen minutes, and before I put dirt over him in his grave, I let Will see him, and again Will licked Jimmy’s ear in a final farewell. The two of them had done everything together.
Will is a little sadder now without Jimmy, but I let him play with my parent’s dog named Zeke (a German short hair) as much as I can, and that perks Will up because he remembers the time when I used to take all three dogs hiking together. I think Will remembers a little bit of Jimmy in Zeke, when the two of them run in the woods together. Soon I plan to get another Airedale, so Will will have someone to wrestle with again.