I had some warning with Moms death but not with my first and oldest dog. He died in Mom,s arms four hours before she left this world. I knew he would be dying as he was old but didn't expect him to die the same day as Mom. He was his usual self in the morning and when I went to feed him two hours later he was unresponsive.it was Mom wish to die at home with her two "boys" next to her, and that is exactly what she had. The youngest dog gave her the farewell kiss as well as to his brother. There was a sense of relief when Mom died as she did it her way, but total shock when Shamrock died. It's been six months and I still can't bring myself to touch his crate and that ok for now. The first week Mom was gone I went like fireworks in cleaning out her room which she started many months before when she was still able to do so. That was my first clue the end was near. I,be slowed down a lot but do intermittently have the energy to continue on the clean out brigade. Mom always used to tell me "when I,m gone I don't want you sitting around crying over me but rather pick yourself up by your boot straps and move on" and that's what I did. The weekend after she died was my weekend to work and Imwent back to work for 8 hours instead of 12 and the support at work was phenomenal and walking into the unit was very difficult at the same time. Some felt I came back to soon but those who knew Mom agreed that is what she would have wanted.