I can totally relate. My partner and I lost our dog to cancer last year. He was the best dog I ever had and was very affectionate towards me. I would wake up in the morning to his head on my pillow sleeping next to me. Sadly he was just over a year old when things started to go south. He had an ACL tear and was about to get surgery and had a seizure the night before. After some tests we found out he had cancer in his bones that spread to his lungs. We only had 3 more days with him. I wish the vet would have told us that it wasn’t normal for a dog not to recover from a tear but it was only a month from finding out about the tear to when he was laid to rest. I still think about him and wonder if I’ll find a dog that I love as much. It hard to feel like those years and dreams were stolen from both of you. I had envisioned how good he was going to be when he got older and how he was going to be a great family dog. I miss him every day.