I received a call this afternoon from my stepmother to notify that my dog (the Powerful One) finally was put to rest. Poppy (what most mortals referred to her as) was 17 years old and lived a full life. This is probably why I'm not as sad as most people when their pet dies especially a pet as close as mine was. She didn't die young and was on edge of her sanity, so it was better this way.
R.I.P.