Your child is not supposed to die before you. Your child is not supposed to die before you. Your child is not supposed to die before you. Your child is not supposed to die

Psychology has proven it.
It is not really up for debate except for shallow people with kids.
The loss of a pet can devastate a human in the exact same way.
I believe even more so if your child happens to become a flawed adult and bankrupts you, date rapes some girl in school and hangs themselves in a motel bathroom. You know humans.

But your dog. My dog. See the point is.
The dog never wishes you ill. The dog never hates you. Your dog only wants you to love it and to enjoy your company.

Perhaps I'd like to say my wife saved my life. And she did literally.
Sonja saved me.

And I thought she was going to die. And she didn't.
She's almost back to normal. Which is a medical miracle according to the various doctors. Which is a great boon for the doctor and his family that accidentally did this to her.

She's going to die. And there's nothing I can do about it.
How do you prepare for the unthinkable? The answer is you can't.
The fact of the matter is. When Sonja dies, I might not live very long after that. That is the way of things. Perhaps not. For some odd reason humans have been given a huge evolutionary capacity to handle grief and loss.
So preparation is that the only mammal on this planet that matters is her. She doesn't know she's going to die you see. She won't bargain, hurt, beg, get angry. I'll do that for her. If I could butcher and torture every single one of your loved ones for one more good day with her I would do it. And I wouldn't even blink.

She'll not want to eat one day. And it will be time. As long as she has more good days than bad, I think she will have had a good life.
How many of us can say that about ourselves?

I'm moving to the Bay Area in the summer. I think she will love the beaches there.