If it's not hard enough that I lost my baby two weeks ago, I found my dear dog dead this morning.

He was 10 years old. I bought him when I was still in high school.
A friend of mine dropped her boys off this morning for a play date and I thought it was strange that my other dog was swirling around the kids but Griffy was missing. So I went to search around the house to find him and there he was, curled up in his favorite spot in our office, just dead. It was awful. Here I had all these little boys at my house and I'm bawling my eyes out and trying to keep it together. My mom eventually came over, so did my dh. And they actually were able to wrap him up and bring him to the vet to be cremated. He was a good old dog. I think the grief of losing him is even worse because it's all wrapped up in losing my baby too.
We will miss you Griffy, he's the one in the back.