My husband had to carry our 120 lb Chance out the front door, but I was holding his leash to keep him calm. My greyhound and Pom both saw this happen. We came him hours later without him. My greyhound had no idea what had happened as she knew we left with him and the look on her face said it all.
We cried so much in the coming weeks. It was so hard for all of us. That night, Shelby went to bed with us. She came upstairs and looked at Chance's bed, sniffed, ran around the bedroom looking for him, left the room, went to the hall, spare room, bathroom, went downstairs, but she couldn't find him. She flew upstairs to her bed where she laid down and started shaking violently. I kneeled beside her and she jumped up and ran away from me.
For weeks, she wouldn't leave the house with me, except to go into the yard, but i couldn't leash her, she wouldn't let me. I tried to take her to work with me but she slipped her collar and ran back to the house. So i left her home.
I had to take my Pom for a vet appt. I picked him up and walked him to the door. Shelby blocked the door and wouldn't let me pass. I had to physically move her out of the way. When I came home with Louie, she looked relieved. She still won't eat for me if I put her food down. My husband will feed her and she will eat what he provides but she seems to still blame me. She won't work for me and shoots me dagger eyes all day long, even when I bring her to work with me.
It feels like she blames me for her best friend leaving. She is super sensitive, being a greyhound, but when we get our puppy, I feel she will straighten out. She still looks for him, every day, calls to him but he never comes. It's so heartbreaking.