My sweet foxhound passed away this fall at 11. I was/am devastated. As was my whole family (DH and DC). We recently have new additions that we adore. But, I still find myself tearing up at funny little things she used to do, esp. around the holidays. She was a quirky, neurotic lady but didn't have a mean bone in her body. Tearing up writing this . . . don't think I'll ever get over losing her.