Our family dog died 3 days before Christmas last year. He was 17 years old and I got him when I was 9. He was my best friend, always made me smile and kept me company. Was there with me growing up. I adored him. We knew this day was coming soon as he was detoriating quickly. But I guess you're never ready.
Tonight I stumbled across a pic of him as a puppy and in now crying my eyes out. I miss him so much. I never got to say bye as my parents had him put down while I was at work!
I know some people wouldn't get why I'm so upset but he was like family. And I've grown up with him.