So, about my "i just can't" moment.

I was raised in a house where our animals were put on the same level as humans.  When I was a kid, our cat had it's own bedroom.  My brother's pet snake now even has it's own room.  Loosing Sheeba was as if I suddenly lost a best friend.  She was the perfect combination of companion dog and hunting dog, and it was a big loss for the whole family.  She was 13 years old.  And one of the sweetest dogs in the world. 

I've been at a loss of words as to how to talk about what this means to me.  I feel like people will think it's somehow silly for me to be this broken up about a dog, when there are human lives lost everyday.  But, damnit, she was important to me.  She was a great pal to my tiny dog Charlie,

I miss her.