Jake the vicious killer attack dog has just crossed the rainbow bridge..
Well, okay, he was a ten pound chihuahua, but I think he would like to be known that way.
We think he was 17 years old; got him from his foster home six years ago when his age was estimated at eleven.
We didn't know how much time we would have with him; we're delighted to have had him as long as we did.
He chose Mrs. Permanut as his person, and started growling and nipping at me when he was in killer attack dog mode. I thought it was hilarious, but I'm not sure he knew that.
He retired a couple years ago from killer attack dog duties, and decided we could be buddies. I'm gonna miss him, you know how that goes.
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I'm sure you & Mrs. Gave him the best years of his life.
When some proud Son of Man returns to Earth,
Unknown to Glory but upheld by Birth,
The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And storied urns record who rests below:
When all is done, upon the Tomb is seen
Not what he was, but what he should have been.
But the poor Dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his Master's own,
Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonour'd falls, unnotic'd all his worth,
Deny'd in heaven the Soul he held on earth:
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debas'd by slavery, or corrupt by power,
Who knows thee well, must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy tongue hypocrisy, thy heart deceit!
By nature vile, ennobled but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye! who behold perchance this simple urn,
Pass on, it honors none you wish to mourn.
To mark a friend's remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one—and here he lies.
https://poets.org/poem/epitaph-dog
A toast to all our dog friends here or past. 
I have lost several beloved dogs and I know the pain you must be feeling. I hope you can take comfort in knowing you gave Jake all the love and care he so richly deserved.
You are in my thoughts, friend.
It's a blessing to have them in our lives, and it hurts to say goodbye
I know how hard it is and how much it hurts. Thank you for giving him a good home and loving him. I'm sure he loved you right back.
May your memories of your beloved Jake bring you some comfort at this sad time.
With deepest sympathy,
MIButterfly
Losing a pet is one of the hardest things to go through. They really are family members.
I hope you feel better soon