My dog is gone. It's literally been just over an hour since he died. He was fine all day today. He didn't have any medical issues. He just suddenly stopped breathing. He was only seven years old. Foster's my baby. We can't have kids, So we have him. I mean, I knew he wasn't gonna live forever, but he was still young and healthy. I've been through a lot in the past few years, and having him has helped me through some pretty rough patches. My husband and I used to joke that Foster is "mommy's therapy dog" because he always knew when my anxiety was getting out of control and could usually make me smile. I don't know what I'm gonna do now. This whole thing seems like a really bad dream. I know everyone is just going to say we can get another dog. We are not going to do that though. Like I said, he was my baby. He wasn't just some animal. He had as much personality as any person. I keep thinking it's gonna turn out to be some big mistake, and he's just gonna come running back in here, happy as ever. I think I'm kind of in shock right now. Sorry if I sound a little off. Anyway, thanks for reading this. I really needed to vent all this.