My soulmate, my life.
(Salt Lake City)
From puppy to old man, I loved him more than anything or anyone in the world. I would have died or killed for him, that is how much he meant to me.
At 12.5 years, I took him for his rabies shot. It supposedly wasn't the cause of him to collapse and flat line 2 minutes later. They said they did what they could but he was dead. I was alone. I was able to kiss his beautiful face one last time.
I had him cremated so I knew it was him. He is in my room with many pictures and trinkets. One month ago was the WORST day of my life and I cry for him all the time. Being an atheist, I don't believe in the spirit world. However, energy lives on and I see it in his dog friends. I expect him to be in my bed every morning; though he is not and never will be again.
Coping with this fact is the hardest. I can't see a magical "Dog Heaven" where he is playing with family dogs past. I miss him and can't control it! No support system. I dream of him often and have all happy memories. One day his box will be placed in my coffin. We will be together...always.