Had to put my dog down yesterday

She'd been sick for a few weeks. I'd gone to two different vets outside my normal one. All three assured me she was ok. Go into a fourth yesterday, they do blood work (which had already been done and nothing suspicious came up) and x-rays and find she's just so full of cancer. She was only 6. Best dog I've ever met, genuinely. Not a mean bone in her stupid body, and such a goofy thing. Now I have no one to take on stupidly long hikes with me, and no one to high five me at inappropriate times. No one there bouncing like a dork when I say we're going to the park. No tail smacking me in the face because she'd always have her ass facing whoever, expecting butt scratches. Who's going to attack my vacuum now? Or run up and steal food I drop on the floor 0.002 seconds after it touches the ground?