Unhappy is one word for it but I lost my 4 legged buddy. 9 years young and as happy and healthy as they come. He escaped out the door and some idiot wasn't paying attention behind the wheel. Had to bury him in the dark and the rain. Muddy, soaked to the bone, freezing cold, and an empty dog bed by my feet. Staring at toys that will never be played with again. Hell of a way to end the day. Still doesn't feel like reality.