I felt the same way dear heart. Try not to get upset, other ninnies here cheered me up no end. And...
...First sign of trouble, the canal will be descending on the RSPCA like an avalanche of rinsed beans from a catering-sized tin.
To make you laugh, I named my Jack Russell
Fanny-Anny. Trouble is the little bastard used to run off. So I'm hollering 'fanny fanny fanny'. At the top of my lungs. In the local park. I spect I was put on a 'list' somewhere at the time.