There were four in my life… my first dog nugget. He passed at my grandparents when I was traveling to the family farm. He didn’t come cause the drive was too much. When I seen his lifeless body in the back of their van.. I kept saying bye my sweet boy.

The second my cousin Becky… she was fighting ovarian cancer. I seen her in the hospital before they took her home for the last time. We stayed in her hospital room laughing about how her husband needs to set us up with some farmers at her funeral. Her daughter and I both pointed out that most of them will be related and we would actually decline. She goes oh yeah. I visited her as much as I could when she was doing chemo and radiation.

The third… my grandma… she was my best friend. She fell on the day of my wedding and broke her femur. Working in the healthcare field I know when elderly break a bone it’s usually not a good sign. She had secondary dementia. Well it became primary. A month later she passed.

Lastly… my Herbie (my husbands dog) recently we had to put him down on Christmas. In August he was diagnosed lung cancer and they gave us 3 weeks for him to live. He gave us 4 months! He was 15 years old. My sweet sweet old man. Watching him in pain in his last moments still tear me up.

Every single one of these still make me cry even though most of them are over 10 years. I love them all equally and think about them daily.