The little animals will do it to you every time. When they're no longer with you, the loss is just as tough as any other member of your family, made so painful by the unconditional love left behind.
Hopefully they live a long and happy life, one during which they share in the best times, and stand by waiting for everyone to to just calm down and feed them during the worst.
No matter how old either of you get, that excitement they have to see you is always overwhelming; whether you've been gone five minutes or five years.
And even though there are times when they might destroy the wall trim, scratch the hell out of the door, eat and shit CONSTANTLY and never ever shut the hell up -every bark jostling rattling googly eyes attached to a brain having minor hallucinations every five minutes- they mean more to you than some people you've known.
And so with broken hearts but so much thanks for being the only you that you knew how to be, we say Goodbye to you, Amber. The memories and love of your sixteen years with us ring true in the words of Will Rogers, "If there are no dogs in heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went..."