Buddy is a 10 yr old mini-greyhound. I've had him his whole life. He is laid back and enjoys his hind quarters rubbed. I have autism and don't communicate well with people. People are too complex, too smart, too fast thinking, too much work to just talk to half the time. I don't get the nuances of social interaction. Dogs are simpler. They're easier to understand and "communicate with". It's much easier to read a dog's body language, as there are fewer things he needs to communicate. I appreciate every atom of my dog. I can't imagine giving him up because I'm moving or anything. He has prevented my suicide, multiple times. He is my light, yet I know he'll go out one day. I don't want to be the one to shut off his light forever, but I think I'll be able to gauge his will to live. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Most people say their pet is like family, but when Buddy dies, I might not ever be the same. Most people might need a day or two from work to grieve. I would need as much time as if my mother died. I can see myself carrying around his ashes, wearing his collar on my wrist for the rest of my life. He's like my baby brother, even a son. How much does your pet really mean to you?