A little over 11 years ago I made a thread asking for help in naming my dog. He was a good boy for all 11 years, but he died this morning. I was holding him when he went. I tried to go to work to get my mind off of it, but that didn't work. I knew when I got him that this day would come, but knowing doesn't soften the blow. Now I am sitting here watching my other dog/ his "daughter" sniffing around looking for him.
The buddy would follow me everywhere I went. Over time I tried to find uses for this. In the morning when I got dressed for work he would sit in front of me and I would rest one of my socks on his head while I put the other socks on. He would just sit there with a sock on his head staring at me until I grabbed the sock and gave him a pat. It is going to be really fucking hard to put my socks on without shedding a tear now.