Something I thought of (when K2 lost Pippit actually) and thought it was time to share:
When you lose a dog in your life, especially a very special dog... a "heart dog"... it's like the world goes dark. Dogs bring so much light into our lives, it's hard to imagine how to function without their presence, or how the sun will shine again. And everyone tells you how sorry they are and they tell you how they lost a dog too, and how much it hurt, and how much they miss them. And you think how really nice that is and how grateful you are, but do they really understand? This person has outside dogs - do they really understand? This one has a bunch of kids she's busy with... that one is always complaining about her dog being annoying... do they really have any clue what my dog meant to me?
The people here... we really understand. We really do.
Many many hugs, and we are here for you both.