sorry to hear that man, and yea just wanna share what we (me and wife) went through last year and that we understand the whole thing.
Anyway someone had given a male puppy (schnauzer and terrier mix) named Bibi to her parents (she was living with them before we bought a house). They have been dog people but never had one since they moved here 10 years ago until now. Well, they lived in a townhome complex and had no pets allowed policy so they tried best to hide him. It all went well until a neighbor ratted them out. So the solution is to put him in my place until their house is built (at this time, their "real" house is 2 months away from being completed). My place is my uncle's house inhabited by my grandparents, my sister, and 2 male cousins. We have a female lab/ collie mix there named Cookie so it would be a good companion for Bibi.
Now my wife never liked any animals, but she opened up to him.He's a good, loyal dog and always know when to bark at questionable people - they lived in a not so good area, where my wife was robbed at her doorstep. Anyway Her parents took him to his daily walk and he was just adorable. But he can't stay with them anymore.
So he ended up in my place. I took care of him until the inevitable happenned. My grandpa had a minor heart attack and had severe pneumonia. He fell off his bed and can;t get up. My grandma dialed 911 and in the midst of the confusion didn't think of locking up the dogs in the bathroom. All the kids were out at school and work (me). Now my lab/ collie mix Cookie had been trained not to get out of the house unless we have a leash on her. But not Bibi since it's been only 2 weeks since I got him in. When paramedics came and unload the stretcher and doing their thing, Bibi ran away.
At work, I got a phone call from my crying wife saying someone ran over him. I was like it can't be. Then she gave me the number to the guy who reported it. He said he's in real bad shape. I said i'll be there in a bit. I asked my boss to let me go to see my gramps and my dog. I called the guy and he said he's passed. I was shocked and upset that i couldn't be with him when he passed, that he spent his last moments with a stranger, albeit a good one. After making sure my gramps had been taken care off, i met up with my aunt (she picked up Bibi). That's when reality hits. Her parents were already there too and the mom was crying real bad. Couldn't stop the tears from coming. That same night, we drove to a vet and had him cremated. It was just hard seeing him there. It was only a short time since we had him but he's part of the family and made a positive impact to out household. Parents in law got his ashes, me and wife kept his paw print. Wife was crying for 2 weeks.
My Gramps OTOH held out for 10 days. Antibiotics couldn't fight back his pneumonia. So after 10 days, the hospital refused to continue giving him medications so we decided to let him under hopsice care at our house. He passed away at our house on his bed the same night he was put back in his house, peaceful.
Anyway after our house is finished, had our wedding (one of them folks who got married first, then have the wedding later), then on to our honeymoon, our parents gave us a homecoming present; A new puppy (Schnauzer and Chihuahua mix) that we named Brownie. They got him from the same people who gave them Bibi. He got more of a fight in him and definitely thinks he's number one when I'm not around ( gives my wife a lot of headache). After having Brownie, let's just say if a kid said "my dog ate my homework",.. I'd believe him in a hearbeat.
