Anonymous wrote:I was almost 13 and a super sensitive kid when our beloved dog had to be put to sleep.
My parents told me everything. We went as a family to say goodbye to her at the vets. I dressed up in a skirt. We all cried.
A few days later I was doing errands with my mom and she pulled into our temple. We went to meet the rabbi and he took us in and said a special prayer for pets who have died.
We put up pictures of our dog, around the house. I am 42 now, and we still speak fondly of her. I may or may not have given my daughter a middle name in memory of the dog.