This is my dear boy Jay - aged 3 in the prime of his life.
It has been a little over a year since I had to put him down. Every morning for a year, I would cry as I walked our traditional walks with Mildred. She did not miss him at all! I ached with the loss.
But in the last month, the ache has gone. Of course I miss him but not with pain.
Is this a lesson that dogs teach us? How to lose the ones we love the most?
