Good Ole Butch

Not sure if I should be posting this yet or I’m jumping to conclusions. Our old dog Butch is missing and I’m starting to wonder if he wondered off to die.
Feeling time…I feel sad and something missing from our home I know death is part of life but it surly does make one feel sad and hurting inside.
I wonder why we get so attached to things and when they go it just makes it harder. I’m now starting to wonder what it would be like to be a widow or have your spouse be the widow.
Honest time..the thought of being a widow actual scares me
I’m finding it difficulty to do anything because off and on the tears keeps coming and I know my life needs to go on.
I know Butch was up there in years and he had a fairly easy and good life

I’m hoping I’m wrong and he shows back up

Later edit: Murphy found Butch wonder into a field and didn't know were he was or who we where.
Our Animals always have water and he hasn't drank anything and I think he might of had some type of stroke or something similar.
After Murphy and I decided to have Butch put down and I know it for the best and least I know were he is at. We wrapped him in one of my old tee-shirt and buried him on the place.
He was about 11 to 13 years old.