I have never ever in my life thought that this would be so dang hard. I raised Bailey from a pup into a well mannered, loving being. He was something very special to me and losing him ripped my heart out. My 3 year old daughter, Sierra, asked me "Why don't we have Bailey anymore? Did he run away?" It brings tears to my ears when she talks about "her dog". She loved him so much.
The reason we got Bailey was because in the old apartment, ALL dogs were allowed no matter what breed or size - I have wanted a Great Dane for a long time. We didn't plan on moving from there unless we found a place where we could keep Bailey. Then the fire happened and we were forced to leave him. He was confused, we were frustrated. Knowing that I am going to see someone else walking my dog down the street just kills me.
On getting him back, probably not. The only contract the new owner will have is the one that came from the breeder. I wouldn't want to take him away from his new family, he is going to be so happy there.
The worst part about it is waking up every morning knowing that he is gone. I can still smell him, and I saved his toys. I feel like I don't have a home anymore, it feels so wrong not having a dog.
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Bailey will have a good life and you will get to see him. None of this is your fault, the fire was a sad twist of fate. 
Originally Posted by ramanth
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