I didn't get to say goodbye.
What about it?
On the right there that is one of our family dogs. My mom called him Franklin but we all called him Henry. So inevitably he became known as Henry Franklin.
Personally I took care of these dogs for years. I took him to the vet, I got them groomed, what have you. I loved all of them so much.
One day I came over to visit and Henry was gone. I asked my mom where he was and she told me he had died a few weeks earlier. But she didn't think that I would care that much since I didn't live at home anymore.
I don't know what to make of that. It still hurts to this day. Of course I loved henry. He was our, big dumb, teddy bear of a dog. I wish I had gotten a chance to say goodbye.