Today I spent the day with my daughter. Her best guy Ottis died last night. My daughter is 36 and Ottis is 18. He also is a rescue dog. Ottis looks just like a polar bear, pure white. She has no children, so he truly is her baby. I think back to when she got him, she was only 18 years old then, it is so sad. Her heart is broken, we just made him a new doggie bed and cover, he loved it. She was so upset because she didn’t kiss him goodbye when she left last night. I told her it’s not the one time you didn’t kiss him, it’s all the millions of times you did kiss him. He was loved so very much, she took such really good care of him. I wish I had magic words to take away her hurt. Kensie I’m so sorry for you And Max.