I'm sorry to hear it. I know how that feels, we lost our dog Max a couple weeks ago. The happy memories are what matter most, so hold onto those. He might be gone physically but all of our pets live on in our memories.
I hadn't posted about it here until now, but this was him at his best:
For his headstone we got a laser etched marble slab:
He lived an awesome life, spoiled as all hell. Every time we ate steak, burgers, or just about anything, he'd get portions about the size of what we were all eating. He had a heated garage with his food and water in it, a big yard to run around in, and we cut up an old temperpedic memory foam matress for him to use as his bed.
That line in the headstone "everyone you "spoke" to". He used to do this thing where he would kinda...growl in a friendly way. Whenever someone was petting him and he was excited he growled like a bear. Scared the hell out of anyone who wasn't familiar with him, but anyone who knew it was just something he does.
And after a couple weeks of our other two dogs seeming to endlessly search for him we decided to add a new member to the family:
His name is Hogan.
We're planning on naming him Colonel Hogan officially.
We've only had him for a little under 24 hours and he already seems attached to all of us and the other two dogs. He's still adjusting and right now he's got this thing where he's obsessed with shadows and light, but I'm thinking he'll grow out of it. He's just over 1 year old right now.
Well, nibbles the plastic running wheel I mean. 
. but indeed everything what Cano said.
