Yesterday Hailey died. We adopted her in 1996. At the time, we believe she was at least a couple of years old. She lived a long life and her death wasn't completely unexpected, but it hurt, nonetheless. Since we don't have children, our dogs are our children. We certainly feel a loss. Yesterday morning, Hailey met me at the back door as she usually does. I wish I had known that would be the last time. Marc found her last night under the deck. When I came home from walking last night, I saw him digging a hole. It took a minute for it to sink in what was happening, but then I soon realized. He was crying as he dug that hole and I couldn't do anything but cry along with him. She was faithful and loving. One cool dog.
Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.