It’s amazing how attached we become to our dogs.
You become so close to them and you can read each other with out words.
Last dog we had lived to 18. It was not a hunting dog at all, and you sure could tell if it was a rabbit, cat, or coyote outside the window.
First time in my life I do not have a dog. It always seems that the last one was better that the previous. Miss them, as it did not matter if you were away 5 minutes or 5 days, when you walked in the door, they were happy to see you.
I feel for you
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