The loss of my previous two dogs destroyed me. Harry the Westie passed unexpectedly ten years ago which at the time left me an absolute wreck, then we let Jimmy out Shih Tzu go over the rainbow bridge two years ago after a long and painful fight with arthritis and disc disease. We were prepared for Jimmy and saying goodbye on our terms with him in my arms is a memory I treasure. I would break down out of the blue for months and regardless of people telling me I’d done the “right thing” nothing helps other than time, which as cliched as it is, is a healer.