As my best friend says "they are so kind, beautiful and loving we easily forget they are not eternal".

My furbrother was my reason not to freak out now that I'm unemployed. He was my reason to get out of bed every morning, my reason to eat and prepare meals. I believe I tried to replace him with a lover because he left such an empty space, not only in my life, but in my heart.

Well, maybe that's why nothing else really matters to me. Maybe I'm just masking the feelings of loneliness and sadness about that loss. And it's confusing, because I sometimes dreamt of him as a little boy and I imagined him a little like my eldest nephew. My furbrother was a white poodle, with brown ears and patches on his back. My nephew has very white skin, curly brown hair and the most beautiful character I've ever seen in a boy. My mom and I agree that if our furry baby had been a human, he would have been like my nephew... Yeah, we're a little crazy, but that's just how much we loved him...

Thanks for your words. I needed to be reminded of what's really hurting.