Farewell, thou good dog.

[kryptonitemonkey]

My 18 year old (nearly 19) dog, Frisky, died last night. It is a terribly sad thing when a beloved pet dies, and more so when you've had it for nearly two decades. Mom had to skip work, as she's been crying all day. There is a great sadness in me, and I miss our dog much. I seem to be nearly incapable of crying though, which makes it difficult to really express my grief when loved people or pets die. My brother has expressed similar inability, but it still strikes me as somewhat heartless that I cannot better mourn the loss of our dog. Farewell, oh my dog. You will be sorely missed.