Sad goodbye

I received the saddest news to date on Sunday morning. And what a way to spoil the day. My dog, Ginger, died of old age. He's been with us since he was a puppy, and that was 14 years ago. He grew up with us and was part of the family. He took care of us and played with us and made us laugh at his antics..wagging his tail when he's excited and trying to run away when dad scolds him, or trying to escape a bath, and always running to us when we have food..he was such a good n lovable dog. It will be so different the next time I go home..he will not be around. I didnt even get a chance to say goodbye. But i know he's up there, in doggy heaven, looking over us and protecting us like he always did.