I still hang out in the backyard where I buried my red hound a year ago. She was a rescue from an abusive neighbor who was stupid enough to toss her from a moving vehicle in my presence. Sometimes my oldest daughter catches me talking to the little mound of rocks.
The abuse is what killed her. She was unable to learn due to so many hits to the head. She kept breaking chains and ran onto the highway. It messed me up for months. I'm sorry to hear about your loss. Dogs are just like siblings and they change who you are. I had a father figure who always told me "If you want to get to know a man, take a look at his dog."