My dog died in September of 2016. He was only 11. Actually it was his birthday month so he was barely 11. He got sick a month before so I was able to prepare a little bit for losing him but was still very shocked when it happened. I loved him so much and still miss him. I remember thinking for most of his life that I hoped he would live to 18 but I was always confident he would easily make it to 14. When he turned 10 I had no idea I would only have 1 more year with him. To see him again would make me so incredibly happy. I would give 5 years of my life to have 1 more year with him. I sometimes wonder if I would give up the rest of my life for 5 more years with him. I definitely know, that if I had the choice of living to 100 and never seeing my dog again, or dying at the age of 65 and having my dog back with me for the remainder of my life I would do it in a heartbeat. I love you so much Chico and will always love you. You brought me so much joy and happiness.