I hate this part

The wind was whistling around the eaves, the sun was playing tag with the clouds, and I said goodbye to Amy.  She's been the Dog No One Wanted for as long as I've known her, but we gave her some good months before her time ran out. She passed quietly here at home on a beautiful winter day. Her resting place is a small hidden glen just off a crossroads in the middle of a beautiful forest. Such as I have, you poor old dog.