I know it's a cliche, and probably not that interesting to complete strangers, but my beloved dog has just passed away today. Her name was Zelda. She was 14 years old, and the past couple of days she had stopped eating, was completely lethargic, having bowel movements while laying down and being unable to get up out of them, and sometimes would start twitching and convulsing, as if she was having a seizure. Before my mother and I even took her to the vet, we were afraid that this would be our last goodbye to her. And sure enough, the vet said she had lost a frightening amount of weight and recommended euthanasia. I held my beloved dog in my arms as her life slipped away from the injection. When I got home, I dug the deepest hole I've ever dug in my life in my backyard, and buried her right there. I still can't believe she's gone. This house feels so empty without her. I feel pretty empty, myself. Not sure how long it will take for this pain to pass.