I'm so sad.

I live with my middle son Steve and his girlfriend Kyla.

We each have a dog.
Her dog is Sweetie. She's about eleven I think? She's had Sweetie since she was little.

Right now I'm listening from the other room where I'm keeping the other dogs and letting them have space.
Sweetie is dying...hearing Kyla cry is breaking my heart.

Last year I went through it when it came time for our eighteen years old dog to die. He was always there for such a long time. We all loved him so even though I don't feel the same for Sweetie SHE does and hearing someone else's pain is really affecting me. I should buy dinner...or do something.

Pets are family!!