The biggest problem with dogs is that they live in a parallel time/space continuum. They take a lifetime relationship and condense it into eight-, or ten- or twelve-years or so. As a result, you find your emotional relationship with your dog concentrated, and, eventually and inevitably, your emotional loss magnified.
It’s painful but it’s a good thing. Or it’s a good thing but it’s painful.
Sorry, but I have to think about losing a dog in these rather analytical terms because it’s hard for me to get more personal than that when I’m not wearing sunglasses.
I had two friends lose their dogs yesterday. Above is Cheyenne. My sister’s dog. Cheyenne was 16. Below is Honey, our friends Cheryl and Richard’s dog. Honey was 13. I’m thinking my sister and my friends have been very lucky.