Not a good day. My 15 year old dog died this morning. We adopted her off the streets of LA. Three years ago she helped me lose 100 pounds ( now 180 pounds) She always wanted to go for a walk, and when I started running, she loved to go running with me until she got too old to run. Still loved going for a walk, even last night. The last few months the walks have been a lot slower as she aged. Still have a 16 year old Pom who is in excellent health except for a cataract in one eye and missing a couple of teeth. So still have a reason to go for a walk. She was always too small to run very far. She could run fast, just not far.

Aw Cash, I'm so sorry. They take a part of you with them, don't they? You gave her many years of a very good life, and she gave you love and companionship in return. Treasure that, and all the happy memories. I miss my horse...