Oh my, so sorry to read!
After more than a year since my Chagall died, and despite the joy I have with my young Collie Rasputin, I still have to fight back tears whenever I think of Chagall. He was more than thirteen years old, when I had to let him go, and was a part of myself.
These dogs are more than just comrades: With their personalities, they complement ours, they make what we are. Eventually, we will meet again on the other side of the rainbow bridge, and I wish you strength now and joy with another companion in the future!