Her name was Zoe, she was a miniature dachshund. One of four my friend (and co-worker) Ivy owns.
Poor Ivy. She got the news at work yesterday and just lost it.
I cried with her, stayed with her, helped her write a couple of e-mails and get her stuff together so she could go home.
At the top of her mind (after her poor doggie) she was so worried that people were laughing at her for being upset about “just a dog.” I told her that anyone without sympathy just doesn’t understand; our dogs are our family.
Please keep my friend in mind during this time of grief.