I lost my dog a few weeks ago. I had him over 15 years. I got him when I was single, living alone, and going through a very tough time in life. A couple years later, I met my now husband, had children etc. We all adored him. But he was MY dog. My boy. My light. My constant. My guiding heartbeat on a dark day and my companion and partner in crime on a good day.
The stillness in the house without him is excruciating.
I was thankful for him every day.
But when it was his time, and he quietly went to sleep in my arms, wrapped in his little blanket, it is like a part of me died with him.
Since he’s been gone, I feel so utterly lost.
He was amazing. Totally and utterly amazing. The very best of his breed.
Dogs are better than most humans.