We've had 2 weeks of endless sadness over their 'loss'. Pictures posted on facebook, comments about how their little family will never be the same. How much he is missed. How their hearts are breaking. Endless streams of sympathy from friends and relatives and supportive comments about how he's 'gone to a better place'. Today she's been all 'now I know how you felt when your 15 year old Westie died a few months ago'. It's actually make me have thoughts of hitting her over the head with a jumbone.
Before you all tell me I'm an evil, unsympathetic cow. They got rid of the dog because they have had a baby 'couldn't give him what he needed'.