I really really feel for you. I lost my dog of 17 only three weeks ago from Kidney Failure. It hurts so so bad even now and I have to catch myself from crying or thinking too much about her. She was my life (Literally. My life practically revolved around doing things with her in mind) and I miss her so so much. But it has improved a little and I'm coming to terms. I hope you start to feel a little better too.

We had a Jack Russell when I was a child who only lived to twelve and a half. He died in 1978, more than a third of a century ago, yet hardly a week goes by when my mother and I don't talk about him and laugh about what a character he was. 18 really is a great age and it sounds as if Sherry was very happy in her final weeks and months. Hopefully in time you'll be able to look back and enjoy the memories of her as we still do all these decades later.

True spot, I still remember my very first dog

Your right she did well given her condition anyway, she was a right wee trooper.

I kinda loved the fact she was a stubburn wee sod, she'd do the doggy equivalent, of folding her arms and huffing. When you fed her she'd never eat straight away, waiting to see if something better would come along.

Our wee smokey (black and white cat), her pal, hes a bit lost they always went walks together, they bonded very quickly it was lovely.