Totally not related to anything else here, but I wanted to share because I don't really know how to cope... My lovely little Jack Russell was almost 18, and we had to put her down today. She had severe canine dementia, she had a lot of back pain, probably had cancer, and she really hadn't been herself for the last few years (save for little spurts here and there). I managed to distract myself at work for most of the day but went home early because I didn't know how to deal. I think about it briefly, but haven't been able to allow myself to really process it, and I haven't let myself cry yet, either. It's just so weird to think that she's gone because I've spent more of my life with her than without.