My son's dog Peanut died yesterday. It was traumatic experience for all of us, but especially for J. He loved that dog as much as any kid could ever love a pet. Death and loss of this kind is particularly difficult to comprehend when you are so young--but the hurt is very real, that's for certain. It was real for all of us. We really enjoyed Peanut's company in the far too short of time that she was with us. But more than anyone, Peanut was J's pal. He would walk through the door and she would greet him excitedly, and he would exclaim, "Peanut, you're so happy to see me!" I know it made his day to come home and find her genuinely excited and happy to see him--and you knew that the feeling was mutual as well. They were always looking out for each other. In his grief yesterday, J borrowed a line from Star Wars I. He said, "she was a great pal..."
Well, we all loved her, we miss her and she will long be fondly remembered.