My dog died

Jack was his name. He is a yellow lab. He was kind, gentle and strong. I loved that dog more than a lot of humans. I remember as a kid I would swim across this lake behind our house with him. I couldn't make it all the way across without him - about midway I would grab his collar and he'd pull me aways until I got my strength up again. In the summers we'd take him fishing and he would sit patiently waiting. He was full of love -- full of life. He was put to sleep -- I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye. I'd like to say he is in heaven or whatever but I feel like I might be bullshitting myself. I just know he was special to me and I miss him. I hope he is OK wherever he is.