When I lost my beloved Cindy, many years ago now, but still as vivid as ever I was distraught and my husband saw how I was. There was never a time I wanted to be without a dog so it was more about when than if. HB started the ball in motion, I thought it was a little too soon, I could never replace her, but then when I thought about it I wasn't trying to replace her just cope with my grief and the only way that would happen was with another dog. We found one really quickly, and I believed in fate too. We brought home our blue roan girl within a week of Cindy's passing. I did compare, there's no denying that, and I did feel a sense of guilt for trying to move on too quickly, but my new puppy saved me and when I look back I feel if Cindy hadn't died when she did (and doG knows I would have died for her) I would not have shared my life with my beautiful Bonnie. I did the same again when I lost my beautiful Bonnie and got Penny.
I have no regrets, only special memories locked in special places in my heart.
No one can ever tell you it's too soon, except yourself, and if you feel it's right, then you have made the best decision.
