The ones I have left
Och no, that's morose. Although I still miss my old dogs like mad and keep bubbling like a toddler I have accepted that old-age is nobody's fault and they had fantastic lives. We live in the country and the dogs played in the fields and woods all the time. In the summer they lay in the sun and they ate the best food a dog could wish for and had endless games, treats and toys. Being with us from their first breath (we bred them) to their last I reckon they had pretty amazing doggy lives really and that's a good thing
Actually, I'd like to come back as one of my own dogs....
