[sheena]

This is probably when words loose their meanings.
What you lived thru effected me in a different way.
I was scared of dogs for all my life. If I saw a dog, even he was sleeping, i would change my direction.
The first dog i could ever be near, touch, pet, kiss was an 11 y.o rottweiler named Chico, who had a bigger heart than his size.. He was given to us when his owner was going abroad. He died 6 months later i met him. Best 6 months of my life...
He tought me what dogs were, what rottweilers were. It still makes me proud to have the honor to meet him...

I am really deeply sorry for your loss.
I hope my Chico takes good care of yours at the bridge...