I had a dog when I was a kid. I was like 8 or 9 when he died. It took me TWENTY years to get another one. I love her to death. And I dread the day when I have to let her go. She’s 7 now. This is my first dog that I’ve raised from a puppy. Ugh. I’m not looking forward to it at all.
Dogs are family. Cats (both UK and otherwise) are as well. Any pet becomes a part of our lives and it hurts to have something you cared for die. I hate when my fish pass. Granted, no dog, and I don’t get emotional, but it’s a downer on the day to be sure.
I’m sorry for your loss. As someone else said, dogs are too good for us. And as I’ve always heard the joke told, “If dogs aren’t in Heaven, then I ain’t going.” I’d like to think that when we go to our Father that one of the first spirits that await us will be our beloved animal friends.