Elliott died one month ago, so unexpected, I was with him that night and hoped to take him back to the vet Monday morning. he was so happy to be there on Friday. He loved going to the place. he somehow knew it was for him and new friends he would meet there. as sick as he was, he never let on his pain and suffering. he just wanted to be okay again. I miss him so much. I am a nurse and have never had such a hard time with death before. I cant work and feel like such a broken heart of a person lately. I have another dog at home who is 15 1/2 years old, which I thought would pass before him. He was suppose to help me thru it. Now I am too old to begin again. nor do I want to replace what I have had the past 6 years with him. I live alone and feel like life is never going to be the same. This one really hit me hard and I feel like I may not fully recover this time. what else matters ?