This was a post on a Facebook event about lighting a candle on October 15.
I thought the world ended when my dog died. She was by childhood pet. Always by my side. She had cancer and was having these seizures. One afternoon, came home to find her in pain. Scooped her up and rushed her to the vet. Heard her make a death rattle. She died in my arms.
It sucked.
Like really sucked. Like my friends and I drove two hours to bury her and had a service and even they cried.
But, ummm, please, really, THINK. Having a dog's loss compared to my child's loss? It hurts.
And, yes, I'm the sensitive sort.
