...is losing them.
This weekend our family dog, Buzz, passed away. He was my precious little man...and a huge part of our family. I grew up with him, fed him food at the table [sorry Mom], snuggled with him, let him lay his head on my pillow, taught him how to dance in circles...he even had me trained to follow him into the kitchen to give him a treat [and I fell for it every time]. We knew he was at that age...the final age. It's hard to lose a pet that has become a family member. It breaks my heart to think of how he won't be at the door to greet me when I go to my parents, and how I can't kiss that perfect little spot on his head anymore. I looked forward to seeing him every weekend...and I miss him already.