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One of my dogs died today. Baby the Pomeranian. I didn't have much hope that he'd recover from the heart attack. Or maybe I did. But I still wanted him to be as he always was, happy and energetic. Now it hurts so much that I'm never goingg to see him again. It's such a horrible waste. This may sound silly, but I always wished dogs could go to heaven. It's even worse to know that I lost him forever. That's part of what I dread about going to heaven. I'd be losing part of what I am. It's one thing to move on, but the very idea of heaven without him makes me feel as if I lost part of myself, more than just the negative part. Maybe I shouldn't have any more pets. I don't want to keep going through this.