There has been several times in my life when someone has lost a pet and I was insensitive, thinking to myself that it's only a dog or a cat.   The day has arrived when I don't see that way anymore.  Yesterday, my dog Yukon died suddenly from a Tumor in his stomach.  I was away from home and Rachel had to see him go painfully.  He died in the backseat of the car on the wait to the Vet. 

I find myself struggling a bit, constantly asking myself why am I such a mess.  You must understand that there are times a dog is a dog, but many times it's more than that.  It's part of the family. Monday will be a different day as Yukon won't be at my feet as I work.  I won't be feeding him at 9p.m.  When things are on my mind and I go for a walk, I will go alone now (We do walk as a family, but many times I loved just taking him on walks around the block). 

Yukon was 71/2 years old and was loved among our friends, family, and everybody who he came into contact with.  He was a different kind of dog, he was close knit friend whom listened to my complaints, my joys, my heart, and everything else friends do. 

Please pray for Rachel and I as we've never been sorrow like this.