Thank you all for your kind comments and thoughts for me and my girl.
This morning, it occurs to me that the loss of a pet is like a terrible storm - a hurricane that has been predicted and lasts for days, or a tornado that arrives suddenly, with little warning. While the storm is happening, you're in survival mode, just trying to do all you can to stay safe, stay alive. But...when it finally passes, and you can a bit more calmly survey the devastation, that's when you fully comprehend your losses.
This morning, all I can see are empty dog beds and bowls. The slipcover on 'her' sofa decorated with 'snart' . Cans of dog food with no one to feed them to. No jingle-jangle of tags as she shakes off the sleepies. Toys! A basketful of toys!
My wish for all my dear GT family is that you have only fair weather and following winds.
Lola, my love, it was a joy and a privilege to have you in my life.