Well said and I agree.
As I wrote here once, I've lost too much. I just don't want to lose one more love. Many may disagree.
I never intended to use this as a sounding board about my life, but, this may give a bit of insight. I'm not looking for sympathy. I've lived three lifetimes. Had it all!
I lost my son at 21, lost his mother 3 years later.
I remarried and she said this,"If you can't love again, you can't be loved".
Then I lost her. Both were far too young.
Remembering her words, I tried again. She was much younger than I and she came on like gang busters. She suggested marriage and I felt, maybe she won't die before me.
All three of my wives proposed to me, lol.
My first just said she wanted to get married and it was a wonderful one. My second just ask, (Ed's smiling here), "Are we going to get married or what?" Another wonderful life, all too short.
The third as above. All too young.
Dogs? Ya, I've had a few. The last with my second wife was a heart breaker to lose. She died 3 months after my wife. I'm sure she grieved herself to death. Had her in a wonderful animal hospital for over a week.
May I relate a little about her? A teacup poodle, black. Named her Nera. My salesman at the time called her "near a dog".
I taught that little one how to snap her jaws when she wanted something and she did, to beg for food. She licked your hand when she had to go. The more furiously she licked, the more urgent it was, at home or in the car. She never barked except at the doorbell and phone.
One day I was eating peanuts in the living room. She begged and I never gave her much. When I refused any more, she left the room. My late wife was in the master bath.
Suddenly she called out, "Ed, what are you eating and not giving any to Nera"?
That dog had gone to her and snapped her jaws.
Hope this wasn't boring.