Now, you’ve gone and done it. Missing my “Pack”, tonight.
Yeah, me too.
When one goes, it brings back the memories of all the others long gone.
[and if one more person tells me “But you’ve still got your other dogs” I’m gonna break their face]
They are not her.
They are not all the others.
Each one is a special, separate grief and deserves better than to be lumped into a universal “one bawl covers all”.