drawing your poor deceased dog reminded me so much of when my rabbit’s passed away.
It was awful and made more awful by the fact that they weren’t living with us anymore, as we were moving countries [though I didn’t want too], we had to give them to my sisters’s friend. I remember crying when we got the letter, and saying it was the poor girl’s fault. I think it was made worse by the fact that I wasn’t told about it at first - in fact the first person to know what my sister, who was our friend’s penpal, and she hadn’t even owned one of the rabbits!
If you look in my signature, you can see a gloob from a litter who looks just like my poor bunny. I named him after my little Slip and I just need to get a black one to call Homer now.