Chris and Goldie show up, in suits, black bows tied in their tails. They pull the Panthar into a big, warm two-way hug.
"We came the moment we heard about it." Chris says, "We grieve with thee."
"Yeppers," Goldie is holding back tears. "When a dog dies, the world is a little sadder, a little smaller." His tail wags, briefly, "If there were such a thing, you deserve a medal, for loyalty and faithfulness to Dakota, above and beyond the call of duty."
"C'mon," Chris says, "We'll share a drink or two, in his name, and you can tell lots of long, sappy stories about him."

OOC: My mom sends her sympathies as well, Artie. Having owned a pair of dogs, and being on our second cat, the whole family deeply loves animals.

Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry to hear this... *hugs you tight* I wish I had more to say...but I don't know what to say either...I just know from reading your past journals that you did so much for him - you're probably one of the most kind and loving pet owners around. He was so fortunate to have you, and you having him, and I'm sure anyone can see that.

I lost my dog a couple of years ago so this hits close to home. Please take care, and my deepest condolences. *hugs*