Dogs & men are capable of bonds that require few words. Well, sometimes anyway. "Whoa! Whoa!, you SOB!, WHOA!", kinda comes to mind as a possible conversation with certain individual pointing dogs, but all that aside, the loss of a dog bonded with .. I just hate the language sometimes, the better phrase is, 'We, who have been fortunate enough to have been befriended by a dog' are horribly diminished by its loss. That's the simple truth. Perfect, imperfect, like people, there is a magic that can and does happen. It is not predictable, and its loss is significant and lasting.
We also know that time and diversion temper the emotional pain you are dealing with. 12/1, a year ago, the 'Wookness Monster' passed and I'm not past it yet, but it does not hurt any longer either. Fond memories and private internal smiles do remain. Caught off guard, bringing forth an ocassional burst of outright laughter. I pray you will get there quickly.
It is the anomolies in life that are significant.
