Oh god, was it terrible? I hope not.

I had some bad news today--one of my foster dogs, who was adopted by my neighbors so I got to see him from time to time, and he was the most adorable Yorkie ever, died. I knew he was older, but...he was so happy, and so loved, and being cared for so well, that it was a sad shock. It's so rare, though, that I ever know what happens to them afterward, so I at least had that to hold on to.