I didn't know if I should post about this, but posting about it feels right. I've been struggling a lot lately, and I didn't want to admit it. Now I feel that I have to. Yesterday something happened that devastated me. One of my dogs passed away. I knew it was going to happen soon because she was old, but it still hurt. I had Misa since she was a puppy and she was almost like a child to me. Yesterday when I brought her out, she leaned her head against me as I was bringing her. It felt almost like she was saying goodbye. She did her business more quickly than usual, and didn't seem interested in treats when I brought her back inside. A few hours later, she was gone. I'm glad her passing was peaceful, but I wish that I would have had more time with her. It breaks my heart whenever I bring her sister outside and then think to myself that it's Misa's turn, only to be reminded that Misa's gone. My eyes tear up when I spot her favorite toy, a stuffed Minnie Mouse that I got from petsmart or petco. I can't bare to move the toy yet. It's almost as if moving the toy will mean she's never going to get to play with it again. I'm grateful for the time I got to spend with Misa, I just wish her time with me would have been longer.