Last week my daughter and son-in-law's dog Yoshi died leaving behind many broken hearts. He was only four years old and succumbed to cancer, but in those four years he made a huge impact on his little world. Yoshi was a Japanese Mastiff, so big he had his own zip code, but you couldn't convince him he wasn't still a puppy. With those big sad eyes and the tilting of his head, he could melt your heart, even after he had consumed a whole sofa for his dinner.
He died in his sleep, surrounded by the people who loved him, where he felt the most safe. His partner Vespa has surprisingly been holding up fairly well but I'm sure she is suffering from a broken dog heart. Yoshi leaves behind 12 offspring who carry on the legacy. I hope that where ever he is, someone is frequently giving him a back rub, and a big juicy bone. I miss you and love you.