I'll be thinking of Bodi, esp. as last night I read The Darkest Evening of the Year, by Dean Koontz. I don't care for most of his books, but do appreciate his love for dogs, and the Odd Thomas series.
He had a beloved Golden Retriever named Trixie, who contracted cancer in '07 and had to be let go. (She "wrote" her own books as well, like "Christmas is Good". She continues to write, as "Totos", Trixie on the Other Side.)
Anyway, this is an excerpt that struck me, as we've all been there...
"Dogs' lives are short, too short, but you know that going in. You know the pain is coming, you're going to lose a dog, and there's going to be great anguish, so you live fully in the moment with her, never fail to share her joy or delight in her innocence, because you can't support the illusion that a dog can be your lifelong companion. There's such beauty in the hard honesty of that, in accepting and giving love while always aware it comes with an unbearable price. Maybe loving dogs is a way we do penance for all the other illusions we allow ourselves, and for the mistakes we make because of those illusions..."
***sniff***