My service dog is approaching 12 and still real healthy but I fear the day I lose him , he has brought do juch lite life and joy to me , he sat through seemingly endless nights of tears when my mother passed on , he was my goto guy in the middle of the night, that virtual terms sponge, and yet when we moved past the loss he was still there as loyal as ever , I still look at him sometimes and wonder who as human he was , it was somebody I new and loved, fur babies bring us to the best version of ourselves possible, remember the love and try to jot be to sad about it, your baby would want that for you , all at the same time they are out children, our parents, and grandparents parents , just a love few others are conditioned to share, be good to yourself and honor there life .