One of my best friends told me his (buddy) dog died last night. That’s a great loss for his family and I feel so bad for him and his wife. I’ve always admired all his relationships with his dogs over the many decades I’ve known him. A lot of love and time is spent between them. He would tell me about the walks they went on.

Or how he would just lay on the basement floor with them and play and love. The nuances of each of his pets were relayed always with a smile and grin. Where they slept, what they would do when he got home, what was their favorite treat, how good a swimmer they were, how they were protecters.

When we gather each week, the dogs are part of almost every vigil.

Q was a great dog. Very friendly and lovable. I enjoyed giving him attention and loven’s. It will be a solum meeting this week.

Pets become so much more and are family members to most. Many of us have experienced that pain of that loss. The void it leaves in our hearts and in our days.

It’s too much for some. My better half couldn’t stand to go through that again. And I understand this.

I’m fairly sure my friend will get another dog. He has always had one. I can’t imagine him without one.

I’m convinced animals especially dogs are so loving and squeeze so much into each day because they know how short life is and how precious each day is.

Between that gut wrenching pain my best friend is having I also hope he is remembering how much joy they gave each other.