Friends of ours, 2.5 years ago, started letting us take their boxer out at weekends. It built from there to us having sleepovers and taking him on holiday. He died at the weekend when I picked him up. Was excited and jumping up to greet me then just lay down. How do I deal with this? Am distraught also aware that, as much as I loved him, he wasn’t mine. It’s so hard to make sense of how and why this could happen. He was just 5 and an absolute diamond in every respect 💔