I had to have my eldest basset hound, Peanut (13), put to sleep yesterday lunchtime due to a reoccurrence of gastric bloat/tortion I've had her since I was 20 and she has been with me through thick and thin - my first husbands illness and death where she never left my side for months, seemed to understand my pain. She's been through numerous house moves, partners (!), the death of my father, miscarriages and accepted 2 children (3 and 1) at a ripe old age. I feel so bereft and lost, surprised at the depth of feeling and sense of loss. She was my longest relationship and most trustworthy friend, I can't imagine life without her