This reminds me all too well of my Miniature Schnauzer we had for 13 years before she passed last June. I remember we had so many close calls and feeling my world fall apart each time, trying to comprehend what was going on at that moment. I wanted her to live and survive as she always did, but sometimes life just isn't like that. Recently my mother, for some reason, got a new puppy this February, a French Bulldog. I adore her but I still feel heartbroken from the death of my Schnauzer. It really affected me and still does now.