When my last Dane died I said NO more and I meant it from the bottom of every inch of my heart and soul. I was seriously done with dogs. It was time to move on in my life for me. To be able to go places etc without worrying who was going to take care of the herd and a Giant herd at that.
After about 3 weeks I realized how deafening the silence was in my house. It was real creepy. Danes are like having another human body moving around with you in a house so when they are gone it's a BIG void in your life. It was then that I realized that I had had a dog in my life 'since I was born'! I had never been without a dog until right then and there when she died suddenly.