Every morning, my valley bulldog "Tank" would get out his bed and walk around to my side of the bed. There he would sit and wait until I would give the command "OK". With my blessing, he would either walk out of the room (signifying to me that he needed to go potty) or he would jump onto the bed and snuggle in between me and my wife. This morning I woke up in tears when I never heard his claws on the hardwoods, and he wasn't sitting beside the bed. This day is going to suck, but I'll get through it.