My beautiful dog Cowboy has died after 17 years. Every morning he would come into my bedroom and lick my face. When he was too arthritic to jump on the bed, I would slide down onto the floor to get my morning kiss. Whenever I was sad, he would stay by my side and comfort me no matter how loud I was or how long it took. I've had 4 dogs over the years - all great dogs - but none so affectionate.
With my other dogs, I cried and mourned before they died. But with Cowboy, he was such a happy dog up until 2 days before he died. I was always so happy to hold him and kiss his sweet head that I didn't cry - I just gave thanks every day that he was with me. Now that he is gone I can't stop crying. It's been 2 weeks and I can't stop crying. None of my friends has made any effort to comfort me. I can't pretend that everything is OK. I wish someone would understand how much I hurt.
