I know many of you have been through this before, but man this is way harder than I anticipated. We had to put down Rascal, our 12 year old australian shepherd (pic in my avatar) this morning. He was my first dog, and my best friend. He absolutely lived up to his name, and he was just a fantastic dog. The house feels empty without him, and I'm not sure what to do with myself at the moment. Apologies for the OT, but man this hurts.
