We had her since I was in 4th grade, I’m 22 now. She always greeted me at the door and it was nice to see her when I was really depressed. She was the best dog I ever met and couldn’t have been a better pet. I miss my friend. I had a dream last night after she died that she came back to life but it wasn’t real. She was 12 and I miss her. We also have a corgi and he keeps looking for her around the house and is very sad too. It was really sudden and unexpected she died on the living room floor peacefully. I don’t know what to do. I don’t see my therapist for another couple weeks because she is on vacation and I’m worried about the depression swallowing me whole from this. Her name was Scout and she was one of the few constants during my emotionally abusive and neglectful childhood.