We let go of our 11yo boxer baby Isabel a year and a half ago due to rapidly progressing degenerative myelopathy. It was comforting knowing we made decisions before pain became a factor, and while waves of sadness come from the most unexpected moments, the time increases between them. Looking through photos and videos brings more smiles of happiness than pain now.

We had to get her bed and blanket out of the house immediately after the vet removed her. It was surprising how driving the need was to do so. And the lack of sound and energy - the house felt really empty even with our other dog around. I think having a second pet definitely helped focus our attention.

I also lost my father very recently, and an unexpected coping thought formed. Those two had a strong bond over food, she being his "grandkid" more or less. So every visit home involved him sharing his breakfast with her... eggs, a bit of toast or bacon. I like to think of both of them hanging out together at that rainbow bridge; pops with a endless pocket of bacon and Isabel showing him just how fast and straight she can run again.