I found out I can be strong even though I am a total emotional wreck usually.
Tonight two of my children were away babysitting, the other two were at home (middle schoolers) and my husband and I were at a party. We missed a couple of calls from our children, and then our pastor, who was also at the party, received a call from our house. Panic! Our dog had been hit by a car and my two boys were dealing with it. She made it home, but was on the steps bleeding. As it turns out, she had made it home to die, but meanwhile we had to get home to two very distressed boys who were afraid to check on her. I have four very upset children, but the one who is having the toughest time is my child who has depression (Maybe bipolar depending on which diagnosis we go with) and ocd. He can't accept the news, plus he was the one who had let the dog out.
I will eventually find my own time to grieve, but I am satisfied with the fact that my parent instincts are stronger than my depression instincts, and I have been there for my children.