I'm right there with you. I miss my babies, Romeo and Howler. Howler was a doberman/lab mix I'd had since she was a puppy, but at 14 she was in pain, senile and just plain tired so I made the awful decision and had to let her go. The next day my 6yr old doberman/great dane mix Romeo got bloat. It was Saturday before Waterfront Triathlon in Chattanooga where I was supposed to be helping marshal the bike course. To say the least, the last thing I cared about right then was a race. Three days later after surgery, pain killers, blood transfusions and every possible attempt made, Romeo went into coronary arrest and I lost him too.
I've since gotten another dog, a full doberman, from the same rescue association I got Romeo from. Strega is my new "personal trainer" as, at 4.5 yrs old he's a very active young man and wants little more than to go running (trails are his favorite of course) with me. I think I treasure him even more because I now live in fear that any day, with no warning, I could lose him.
There is no justice, there is only me. -- Death