Man, I don't know why, but this is really getting to me more than I thought.
The dog was old. Capital o l d.
But it's just weird. Left the house in the morning, came back, he's gone. Everybody freaking out.
At least my wife was there for him.
It's a not subtle reminder to me to appreciate everyone and every thing, cause it can go away really quick.
This might be the first real loss I've dealt with sober, come to think of it.
Buried a lot of people recently, and this is still tough.
Even the puppy is looking around for him. She found his collar. So sad.