The dogs responsible are hanging around my neighbors place next door. He had contemplated shooting them but his wife and daughter were having none of it. I just figured maybe I could find them a home with someone who hunts, as it's hunting season and that's what they do best. As John and Greeney pointed out, it's a bit of give and take. You take the good with the bad. If I constantly thought of how I'm going to some day have to bury them all, I'd never bother and therefore miss out on all of the love and great memories. It's still hard sometimes and it does pain me to lose them, especially when the circumstances are particularly tragic.
When I've had a really rotten day, full of interactions with rude and hateful people, they're always there to make me feel better. I really enjoy our walks together too, something Obi-Wan loved to take part in with us. I've never had a cat do that before, go for walks with me and the dogs but he did.
The modern definition of ‘racist’ is someone who’s winning an argument with a liberal.