Today is the dogs 13th birthday. Or would have been had she not died..I am broken.. the accident, the emergency brain surgery, having a seizure from the surgery, losing my job, running out of money, breaking my wrist, having surgery to remove the piece of glass in my finger, a first cousin died from a heroin overdose, a cousins daughter who died in a car accident at 18 and my dream job at the company I had always wanted to work at was bought by a not so great company.  None of that, not one iota even comes close to the heartbreak of the dog dying. I knew it would be bad, I never knew that it would break me like it has.