In the moments after my 11-year-old pup passed away, I kissed her head, wrapped her still warm body in an old slipcover, and texted my partner Colin about her death, letting him know I'd call him after I got things sorted out.
My little puppy has been passing with flying colors so far. He sits when told, stays, lies down and walks fantastically. He is the star of the school. That is until I noticed that he never stares at the teacher.