I know exactly how you feel. On Christmas Eve in 1959 when I was 9, our neighbor knocked on the front door and said I think I hit your dog. My dad messed up and didn't watch her. It wa a black cocker spaniel who was 10, I had grown with that dog.
The last time was in 2009 when we lost our 12 year old black cocker spaniel to cancer. I took a year to get over it and not cry when I saw a photo or look at a piece of her hair I kept. At first I wanted to go right out and get another dog. We waited and said it would be easier after we moved to Florida. We bought a CYV in anticipation of getting a dog. However, the more time has passed the more I don't want a dog and all the worry. I've never had children so my dog was alway my child.
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