Poor dog was already in bad shape when I inherited her. My wife and I did the best we could for her. She’s in doggie heaven now.
Sorry for your loss, I know how hard it can be.
I have had a four footed companion since I got out of the Corps in 72.
Longest we didn’t have a dog in the family was when my old Rolly boy died in 96; went five years with out, didn’t think I could handle the loss again. Had Rolly with me 21 years, longer at that time than my wife and kids.
Adopted Jack from the pound in 01; glad I waited until I found him, but still kick my own behind for waiting so long.
Since Jack came into the family my wife and I have adopted three more pound puppies to keep us all company.
Jack was already 5 to 7 years old when I found him on death row, so the youngsters really give us a run for our money.
Take my advice, go to the pound and find yourself and your wife another four legged companion.
Remember no greater loyalty, no greater friend, no greater love, can any person ever find than in their dog.