Doggie Doggie

My 13 year old dog named Wilbur died today. He was a black Dachshund that we got when he was a puppy from the litter of my Grandmothers dog. I kind of had a feeling about him when I saw him when I got home. He wasn't looking well. He hadn't been eating for the last couple of days and I went out today and looked into his dog house and he wasn't breathing. God, this is the hardest part about having pets, you know they don't live long compared to us but it doesn't make the attachment any less severe. It made me think for some reason, where did this little spirit go? My poor little dog all cold and curled up with his eyes closed. I know some people find it silly to be so attached to an animal but I am one of those people who find it hard not to be. And, in away if you've had an animal in your life for a long time like Wilbur, it's almost like a part of your past died with him. If that makes any sense, like it's time to move on and live. Poor little guy. Bye Wilbur, I love you.