I just finished reading The Dog Who Spoke With Gods and The Art of Racing in the Rain. Both are wonderful books and both made me hug my dogs super tight. It's easy to get caught up in day to day life, and forget about just how special these creatures are. Nights like tonight make me unbelievably happy I have the resources available to make Buzz's aging as painless as possible. It's certainly not the cheapest, and likely not the absolute most effective, but being able to watch him catch a scent and then RUN after it brings me to tears every time. Watching him dig in gopher holes, because he can, makes me happy. It does my heart good.
Both books are an enjoyable read, but be prepared to shed some tears.