More than sadness, I feel gratitude for everything he did for me, for having such a beautiful, loving and loyal dog at my side. Grief and pain are the price we pay for love. As difficult as those things are to bear, it's worth it, and focusing on the things someone brought you, rather than the sadness of the loss, makes you see how clear that is.

Kane, adopted 2011, died November 22, 2023...
As many of you know, dogs are central to the life David and I
created together with our kids.
We have 25 rescue dogs at home. In 2017, David and I created our
homeless-run dog shelter,
the HOPE Shelter, which has cared for and placed for adoption
hundreds more.
But every dog picks their human to be closest to, and from the
moment David rescued him and brought him home to us in 2011, Kane
and I were inseparable. Every photo from every stage of my life has
Kane in it with me. We were almost never apart. Even when we
traveled, he came with me.
He didn't care about his small size: he was fearless and very
possessive and protective. He didn't like any other dogs getting too
close. I used to joke that at night, after I went to sleep, he would
pick up my phone and go through my WhatsApp chats to see who I was
talking to.
About 18 months ago -- just a few months before David was hospitalized -- Kane was diagnosed with an incurable auto-immune disease. Since then, he's been hospitalized more than 20 times. But he always came home.
One of his worst moments was the week after David died in May. The doctors told us that it was extremely likely that Kane would die in the next few days, and would not come home. I was devastated of course and barely able to function from the grief over David. But Kane got better and came home, and then did the same twice more after that. I firmly believed he wouldn't die because he knew I wasn't ready to handle that after David's loss.
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Glenn and Kane...