My dog died and it sucks. It was eerie when I took out his papers this evening and read that his birthday was today, how often do deaths occur on birthdays? The odds are 1:365 I guess. He was suffering for a couple days and on some level I am relived that he is in peace but I miss him so much. It's hard because the kids miss him too. I couldn't tell them the truth they're so little and innocent. I said that he went to spend the rest of his days on the farm and wouldn't be coming back. I figured it conjured up images of big green fields for him to run in. That's where I'd like to think he was too.